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NEVER ENDING
Flames spark through the air
Like the embers of a fire
The wounded whisper their prayer With shredded and burnt attire
The ground burnished with entrails Guns like thunder shake like torn up dirt The black smoky sky hiding projectiles Men with the hope
Of being unhurt
What I describe is hell
Will this ever end?
But we are stuck in a spell
Mankind will never let their ideas bend
Because...
War will never end
Tom Mohan
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