No HerosA Poem by The Poet of Black Wings
War,
It makes no heros. The sort enters, And leaves scarred. Impure and vile By the end Of it. War, Can't make heros. It can only Create Monsters Who survived. © 2016 The Poet of Black Wings |
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The Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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