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Sep 2014
Sword of death come follow those,
Who wake each day to spread their sorrow,
Remove their shields of hate and torment,
Send them headlong  to their eternal graves.

Ravens of darkness spilling such horror,
Quarantine them in closets of darkness,
Separate their empty souls from amongst us,
Placing them deep within the fiery pit.

Generals of shiny brass and worn-torn ribbons,
Who march their plans of death and destruction,
Their forward motion with their bombs and their guns,
Devastate the landscape with chemicals and deadly toys.

Menacing managers of total war and no coalition,
Stop them dead in their  promise to dismantle humanity,
Purge their carcasses from the fields and emptied hearts,
While denying them their desire to **** and destroy.

Lonely victims screaming with hardened tears and misery,
Let them stand strong against the menacing monsters here,
Hold up their hope to stop the onslaught now upon us,
While the sun comes home to shin once more upon our world.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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