About
the last two soldiers on the battlefield
survivors of the war
they aim at one another while their mothers beg the lord
"if you're listening, i'm missing him
so somehow bring him home
how did it come to this?"
so the soldiers lift their rifles and
they're aiming at the head
they think of their first love before they take their final breaths
and somewhere in the distance
they hear something someone said: "how did it come to this?"
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I'm a poet.
I'm an artist.
I'm a tagger.
I'm a modern day Alice.
No, my name isn't Alice, dumbass.
Message me.
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