They shoot their guns
its loud and clear
cries of pain
fly through the sky
"Again again" they cry
the canons are let free
across the land
they soar
no point stopping them
the end is near
Blood
red red blood
no green grass left
"Victory" They shout
The last canon flys
its the close
red red blood
the flag is up
Home they trot
They have won
The war is gone
Red red blood
New poem for you guys, the things i came up with when im meant to be sleeping.
Vote comment tell me what you think
Cover to come when i get home
