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Its when you see the night with the lights and fireworks.
With the sound that thunders through.
And everything that you saw splendid with fire.
With the smoke that fills your lungs and sight.
The screams of men in uniformed line.
The radio and mic a drastic noise,
Of commands and signs of vicious laws.
When the barricades and barb wires fall out,
And was destroyed by the weapons that comes from afar.
After the filthy surroundings vanish in thin air,
There you can see, the scattered bones of conflagration.
The helmets and suits in a total disaster.
It tore and split and smells like pellet.
Its nothing but dry and nothing like a ballet.
It was soft and gracious and full of ethics.
Because that is what it is.
Nothing.
Nothing but war.
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Dedicated to parts around the world that are currently in a state of war.
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