There are some wars
Which cannot be lost
Which cannot be won.
Where you used swords
And I used guns.
There was bloodshed,
Deep cuts and wounds.
And each soldier each side did swoon.
Yours more than mine!
In the fought span of time.
And when we were done
The world around thought, I had won!
I looked around,
My gaze to the ground,
Covered in red.
'Tis true all your soldiers were dead.
And half of mine remained
Going never to be the same.
We hung our heads in shame
Killing is not a game.
There are some wars
Which cannot be lost
Which cannot be won
And...
Which cannot be undone.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
There are some wars
Which cannot be lost
Which cannot be won.
Where you used swords
And I used guns.
There was bloodshed,
Deep cuts and wounds.
And each soldier each side did swoon.
Yours more than mine!
In the fought span of time.
And when we were done
The world around thought, I had won!
I looked around,
My gaze to the ground,
Covered in red.
'Tis true all your soldiers were dead.
And half of mine remained
Going never to be the same.
We hung our heads in shame
Killing is not a game.
There are some wars
Which cannot be lost
Which cannot be won
And...
Which cannot be undone.
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