War is not glorified | 1 |
it's not a flower | 2 |
with beauty being held. | 3 |
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War is a torcerous pain | 4 |
pain felt in the heart | 5 |
and felt on the body | 6 |
the pain is felt at home | 7 |
for the loss of love in war | 8 |
the pain is felt in self | 9 |
for the loss of limb and life | 10 |
and if you live through it | 11 |
the pain lives on forever | 12 |
for it's hard to forget | 13 |
the bloddied bodies of friends | 14 |
lying on the feild of death | 15 |
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War is a fright ful sound | 16 |
big booms and crashes | 17 |
the squeal of rockets passing over head | 18 |
the deafening sound of death | 19 |
the torcured screams | 20 |
of a soildier in flames | 21 |
the cries of a mother | 22 |
for the loss of her son | 23 |
the only relife is to be deaf | 24 |
but hear the sounds once | 25 |
and you will hear them forever | 26 |
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The smell is worse | 27 |
the putrid scent of a courpse longe dead | 28 |
the smell of blod | 29 |
and fire and death | 30 |
of burning flesh | 31 |
forever seared into your mind | 32 |
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War tastes like ash and dirt | 33 |
like blood shining on the corpses | 34 |
of soilders newly dead | 35 |
torn apart by the eplosions | 36 |
it tastes like gunpowder and metal | 37 |
burnt buscuits and beef stew | 38 |
but most of all it tastes like death | 39 |
slowly stirred into this deadly brew | 40 |
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the sight of war is worst of all | 41 |
war loks like a graveyard | 42 |
without the stoney headstones | 43 |
pits of people | 44 |
buried deep | 45 |
it looks like deaths graveyard | 46 |
with people buried neck deep | 47 |
buried on teh feild | 48 |
the souls of the soilder's haunt | 49 |
while their bodies are eaten | 50 |
by rats, crows, and moths | 51 |
the battle feild looks good to them | 52 |
the last place that they saw | 53 |
the perfect place to haunt | 54 |
with bodies piled high | 55 |
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war is not glory | 56 |
and was is not sweet | 57 |
if anything | 58 |
war is | 59 |
Deaths Favorite Thing | 60 |