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Time of mankind

Cruel times, cruel hearts of fighters Going to death under the orders of the fathers, For the blood that binds them, Both the brothers who fell and friends still alive, Brutal century, cruel eyes of the war, Staring with soulless of Satan on the human world, Yeah heard journalists huskiness news, Yes does not relieve a state of alarm of the soldiers ' mothers, What are waiting for years for news of the children. Is it possible the war to stop? All sufferers to give a lot? Blow out fires, bridges to restore? But the smell of blood strong for the sharks, Give no rest, so sweet it is.
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Written by
Serge
Published
May 16, 2015
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17·109
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When the war starts,

no one of the soldiers do not want kill.

But when the enemy kills a friend, who is close to, then comes the feeling of revenge, and the soldiers start killing out of revenge.

They are taking revenge for the bloodshed.

All the soldiers who honestly had fought for their homeland, is dedicated this poem.

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#love#war#fight#the#revenge#sharks#soldiers#motherland#fighters
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