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Sep 5
this war was started by your cannons aimed at my door
now i'll be the judge, i'm prepared with my *****
to bury us six feet below the ground
i'll make sure you never rise again

i'll be the hunter and you will be my prey
and this time you will run for your life
when i become a monster you always claimed i was
till i leave every lingering memory of us in ruins
This poem is part of my "Ashes of Us" poetry series, which is about friendship betrayals.
Maanvinder Pilania
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Maanvinder Pilania  20/M/India
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