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5d
Look
We've become,
A gaunt, haunt-eyed
Veteran of violence.

A brother can't love a brother
Lest they agree with each other.
Our sisters are dying
Because of you.

Everyone's a domino; who's first? A turn
Of the air could
Break a world of domino.

Do it or don't and this.
So many ultimatums,
I can't help but wonder
When we'll tire of them.

In       We Trust

The Temple
Of Bel, this state.
Nothing else,
Only vengeances
Satiate.

Bayonets,
                Surgery, steady!
Musketeers,
                   Cavalry, ready!
Trenches
               Dug, last
Words
           Sung, next
Up
      Is  -   -   -   -   -

I see bodies in the clouds,
But I won't see mine own.
They'll fracture before then.
Oh, my        , don't you know
How much I love you? Yes,
But I know how much.
Temple of Bel reference to the temple which was destroyed in Syria in 2015
Jasper
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Jasper  18/October
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