![]() Rifle in the handA Poem by Dani The Unreviewed
Faithless words reflecting in your eyes,
In the night mad beasts waiting for you, Don't run, Flood of flames, Blood and chaos pushing to death. Tight coffins, sower slaves lands, This fight is the last, Push to the other side. Rifle in the hand, and march! We will win, just hold on. Armies gathered up for the final massacre, Bloodshed, long dead, empty souls, Lost sanity. Faithless words reflecting in your eyes, In the night mad beasts lurking around you. Sleeping in entrenchments, Behind the silent cannons. Cold winds rage through the lands. Gripping a picture of your loved ones, Hiding it together with a single bullet, Both left for you. Rifle in the hand, and march! We will win, just hold on. No other options, Just sower slaves land, and tight coffins. © 2016 Dani The UnreviewedAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on April 12, 2016 Last Updated on April 12, 2016 Author![]() Dani The UnreviewedTankcsapda, Agyarország, GermanyAboutHello, I am Polarr. Your 12-year-old writer from the other standpoint of the world. more..Writing
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