|What Am I??|
I am constantly trying to start something,
even though it may possibly sting.
Causing chaos and ruckus,
killing almost every one of us.
Calamity and destruction,
constantly worth the reconstruction.
somewhat you lack,
I can't lay on my back.
Here is a clue,
do you know the cue?
Bombs bursting and shouts to fire,
when is this ever going to expire?
Shrieks of pain and bereavement all around,
It is such a terrible sound.
The sweat and tears,
trickle off their faces with horrifying fears,
qualms of losing family,
and uncertainties of losing terribly.
Keeping silent isn't my strong suit,
but I’ll shoot.
Destroying everything in my path,
I have made a blood bath.
There is no beginning,
and there is no end to me,
but soon maybe,
if you can catch up to me,
is the only way designed for me to live contentedly.
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