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Battlegrounds II

They sailed over seas as they prepared thier weapons,

The battle will begin in just a matter of seconds.

The soldiers live in fear but wants to die brave,

Because dying over here will not give them the proper grave.

They are there not only with guns in their palms,

But 88,000 tons of missles and bombs.

The mentality of these soldiers are barbarick-like,

Because they want to shoot first and bury cities under the earth.

 

This isn't the first time they all have been to war,

But the Enemy has weapons the Resistence has never seen before.

The Resistence is to find and destroy any nuclear threats,

But little do they the know the threats aren't real.

So in this game of **** or be killed,

Fighting over threats that aren't even real.

Because now the Enemy's plans have moved to new heights,

Because here comes the Resistence to begin the fight

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keenan-martin
American
Published
Apr 3, 2010
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part two of many more to come in this series. Keep reading, and I shall keep writing.

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