Feb 26, 2017, 6:16 PM  

War is hell 

  Poetry » Landscape, Phylosophy, Civilian, Odys and poems
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The sky turned black with arrows,
bombs fell like meteor showers.
The evil will rise from the shadows
with the dying breath of the old powers.
In times of murderous madness and chaos
only tyrants can bring order to the land,
soaked with the blood of moral and Deus –
the purifying flame all will brand!
Rivers of blood and cities of bone,
shattered minds and sunken hearts –
left with an empty ashen throne,
the land breaking further into parts. ...

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