You go to the military
You seek some fun
You seek some blood
All you need is a gun
You go to a battle
You want to kill
You want to fight
All you need is a bullet to shoot
You go to war
You go to kill
You go to save
All you need is an iron fist of rage.
You shoot someone
You see blood fall
You see them fall
You're eyes glow.
You see blood fly.
You see your friend die
You see his hand fly
You know this isn't a game anymore.
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What is on my mind...Poems
I write poems for the hell of it. Observe... Quotes are in them too. Whatever I write may not be a poem but who cares.
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