Meeting fateA Poem by Rob FunkL.t says we are going to hit this place, Fear upon his face, In the darkness, Looking around with night vision, Upon the road the enemy has but 1 mission, Cordon off the area, This s**t is worse than malaria, Lined up outside, Who have known this mission is suicide, Allah Akbar comes from the house, On the stairs, The weapon screams, Now its all of my dreams, Its over or so it seems, Welcome home, Your not the same they scream, I never left, From my eyes, Darkness beams, Everyone dies, Sick of all the lies © 2013 Rob FunkReviews
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StatsAuthorRob FunkUnited States, PAAboutMostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..Writing
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