Tuesday, January 24, 2006
War as a Jungle, in a form or two
Smell the jungle
Feel the pain
Dance about in acid rain
Blast the foe
And meet the face
They Order thee here
And now with words they play
All the while
You kill more
Just to live
And the friendly faces seem,
To float away
O all those faces
frowns and stares
you will forever see
Till your death envelops thee
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