Let the carnage, begin,
let the bodies fall,
the blood drip,
let the souls call
Let the rifles shoot,
let the ammo pierce,
let the soldiers die,
this war is pretty fierce
Let the storm blow,
let the triggers pull,
let the death toll rise,
let the grave yards be full
Every where I see,
are the bodies of the dead,
who no longer breathe,
there is so much to dread
With a troop at every corner,
and a tank at every bunker,
there is not much of joy,
all we can do is cry !
Now you folks wait for the next,
part of this poetry,
keep your fingers crossed,
dont you get drowsy...
©harisamir
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