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MPOETB May 2018
We watch the parachute Angels fall
Fossil demons in mud they crawl
Devil carved against one's back
Pierced smack crucifix in heart of flack
Drawer the words of a perfect Saint
Reflect a blind soilder taint
Blooded fields in the help of need
Wounded souls slowly bleed
To stand like God with courage and pride
To be killed with the fear one will hide.
Straight into war field. A confused soilder soon learns you have to hide. Every feeling, everything around you. But at the same time. I tried to put that. Shell shock is slowly taking over.

Copyright 2018 MPOETB.
Mar 2018 · 433
Rapist to the tongue
MPOETB Mar 2018
Angels fall down to the ground
Burning wings of ashes
Words can be like a virus
Like a ****** to the tongue

If I knew I would die a thousand years in reign
Walk the shadows of a broken soul
Your burning suicidal
Cold blooded hearted
Like a crawling cancer

How come you don't answer prayers
Innocent peacekeeper
Tenacious amok tyrant
Let the world just fall upon a dream

Angels fall down to the ground
Burning wings of ashes
Words can be like a virus
Dying ****** of unspoken tongue.
This poetry was taken from 2 years ago.  I tried to do it from a point with depression, suicide etc.. How they can be ike a plaque. How it can get to a person. Take hold of the feelings, the tounge. Remember don't be afraid to ask for help. No matter the situation.
MPOETB Mar 2018
King, Queen, honor of your Country Men
The blind man's fate, while another man waits
The reality, brutality, walk a line of mortality
The blooded poppies in the fields I've seen
I know i can't put a name to your face
Guess you hold a your love one in place
Wonder if she will ever be the same
Did she call you, her sweetest flame
Well you start to welled yours ocean eyes up
The droplets fall from the soul punctured cup
A father would of been so proud
Every moment he hides the tears he ploughed
Did you do it for your hearts dedication
Mother sorry for no more family generation
In the distance you can hear the soldiers wade
Beating to the drums of a trumpet fade
Bold and brave the words upon the grave
When you took your life, so i could be saved
The blooded poppies in the fields I've seen
The reality, brutality, walk a line of mortality
The blind man's fate, while another man waits
King , Queen, honor of your Country Men

Copyright 2018 MPOETB.
The Passchendaele Trumpet Reflects a sad sorrow tribute about two strangers ( soldiers), who have just meet. In a war torn field, it shall also become the last moments of life together.

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