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Forgive me when I say we are like a candlestick Frozen in a tapestry of waxen wars Tilted diagonal on lilted syntax of fears But we are Aren't we? Born with skin of bullets Metal guns stained with blood In our little innocent hands Rumor of war is it? There is no rumor For the war already begun in our hearts Shall we walk the red  bloodied carpet of this government World leaders wearing human bones as a crown We are walking it Heads held high and heads in our hands We will walk it with no shame No regrets We have none For our beliefs is the deceitful armor we wear We gladly wear it for all to see No, not the clothes we wear that covers our faces Letting only our blacken eyes see No Not those Its the deceit I mentioned We are at war my fr-- nemesis We are But I'm not I don't want to be I'm trapped you see Trapped like this candlestick Stuck in the pain of my tears I am only a child but they gave me no hope They killed my family Replacing love with a metal machine in my hands I have something to live for now I am doing what I need to do Though I feel a tug at night When all is dark When it’s my thoughts and I Memories of real love Hope Joy Peace But it is dried now Dried up in this desert sand Where my boots stained with blood Leave prints of death My favorite color is no longer red Its black The monochromic  war of life stole all beauty from my eyes So be thankful for your life Be thankful please For my heart are pieces of shells from my bullets Hello I'm six years old I've lived through more experiences Then you have in twenty years What can I say ? Life IS What it IS It just IS, ISn't it?
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
Monochromic War
Forgive me when I say we are like a candlestick Frozen in a tapestry of waxen wars Tilted diagonal on lilted syntax of fears But we are Aren't we? Born with skin of bullets Metal guns stained with blood In our little innocent hands Rumor of war is it? There is no rumor For the war already begun in our hearts Shall we walk the red  bloodied carpet of this government World leaders wearing human bones as a crown We are walking it Heads held high and heads in our hands We will walk it with no shame No regrets We have none For our beliefs is the deceitful armor we wear We gladly wear it for all to see No, not the clothes we wear that covers our faces Letting only our blacken eyes see No Not those Its the deceit I mentioned We are at war my fr-- nemesis We are But I'm not I don't want to be I'm trapped you see Trapped like this candlestick Stuck in the pain of my tears I am only a child but they gave me no hope They killed my family Replacing love with a metal machine in my hands I have something to live for now I am doing what I need to do Though I feel a tug at night When all is dark When it’s my thoughts and I Memories of real love Hope Joy Peace But it is dried now Dried up in this desert sand Where my boots stained with blood Leave prints of death My favorite color is no longer red Its black The monochromic  war of life stole all beauty from my eyes So be thankful for your life Be thankful please For my heart are pieces of shells from my bullets Hello I'm six years old I've lived through more experiences Then you have in twenty years What can I say ? Life IS What it IS It just IS, ISn't it?
Saw the most disturbing picture, I've ever seen. Decided to write something in a child's point of view who has been forced into war.
#war#sad#hate#pain#hope#blood#child
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
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