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The ground was turned We sewed the field Toiled though, Night & Day We sewed the harvest of WAR, Seedlings of Death Bullets were littered to flower Different calibres Bearing the fruits, Those picked ripe on the branch Magazines Armour piercing Tracers, Explosive, Rounds, best not to drop. C4 planted watered with Nitro-glycerine, Like a ripe melon it grows Till it is plucked form the stem, A war head hangs heavy lest it falls, Wiping out the harvest & more, Planting the seed of destruction Is a hazardous Job, One wrong step And a spoiled mine Can take off, Toes, Legs, Insides, Spill out in to the field of WAR Feeding those objects That would spill more blood Once harvested, This field full of the seedlings of WAR.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
Sewing The Seeds
The ground was turned We sewed the field Toiled though, Night & Day We sewed the harvest of WAR, Seedlings of Death Bullets were littered to flower Different calibres Bearing the fruits, Those picked ripe on the branch Magazines Armour piercing Tracers, Explosive, Rounds, best not to drop. C4 planted watered with Nitro-glycerine, Like a ripe melon it grows Till it is plucked form the stem, A war head hangs heavy lest it falls, Wiping out the harvest & more, Planting the seed of destruction Is a hazardous Job, One wrong step And a spoiled mine Can take off, Toes, Legs, Insides, Spill out in to the field of WAR Feeding those objects That would spill more blood Once harvested, This field full of the seedlings of WAR.
#war#life#pain#death#seedlings
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
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