Wasting war
Untouched soils, set to rott by a plauge of men
A million miles away
Where the sun sets on hills ill never see.
And the light touches faces ill never meet
The light bends a diffrent way,
Shells raining down upon your feet
Dismay
Devils steal life and spirits reclaim bones
In the war you left me, to fight
Protecting forign homes
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
Wasting war
Untouched soils, set to rott by a plauge of men
A million miles away
Where the sun sets on hills ill never see.
And the light touches faces ill never meet
The light bends a diffrent way,
Shells raining down upon your feet
Dismay
Devils steal life and spirits reclaim bones
In the war you left me, to fight
Protecting forign homes
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