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So, how did the war go? I was captured and whipped I collapsed down low, Tears from my eyes dripped They were tears of pain, they were tears of woe *** I remember: That evil one was one large **** He was a helper to the evil king. He was as ugly as a deformed pug and he towered almost everything. He used his weapons. He abused his might but soon a general came. They greeted each other. They started to fight. Both weapons a sword, they entered the game. Both frightened, and prayed to the very Lord. They sweated and beamed, it shan’t be the same. The big baboon gleamed. He sharpened his aim as swords clanked like a rattling chain. *** The soldiers died in strife and pain. *** Back at the duel, swiveled thoughts of fear. The good general slashed the brute’s very ear. They slashed one another. Blood spilled out. *** The dying people screamed with a ****** shout. Launching arrows using bows, each one struck with a ****** stab. Stung and torn by the vengeful foes. The thunder shrieked with gravity. Many died in depravity. The corpses dripped crimson gore, red as the sun on red sand *** But back at the duel, the king was abed. The brute was gone. He was pale dead By the king’s bed, the general gave a grin and performed his final sin. And now they shout, the soldiers shout: Death to the king! Death to the King! The Tyrant is gone forever! Yet this war, this dreadful war will leave us to ponder as well.
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
A Dreadful War
So, how did the war go? I was captured and whipped I collapsed down low, Tears from my eyes dripped They were tears of pain, they were tears of woe *** I remember: That evil one was one large **** He was a helper to the evil king. He was as ugly as a deformed pug and he towered almost everything. He used his weapons. He abused his might but soon a general came. They greeted each other. They started to fight. Both weapons a sword, they entered the game. Both frightened, and prayed to the very Lord. They sweated and beamed, it shan’t be the same. The big baboon gleamed. He sharpened his aim as swords clanked like a rattling chain. *** The soldiers died in strife and pain. *** Back at the duel, swiveled thoughts of fear. The good general slashed the brute’s very ear. They slashed one another. Blood spilled out. *** The dying people screamed with a ****** shout. Launching arrows using bows, each one struck with a ****** stab. Stung and torn by the vengeful foes. The thunder shrieked with gravity. Many died in depravity. The corpses dripped crimson gore, red as the sun on red sand *** But back at the duel, the king was abed. The brute was gone. He was pale dead By the king’s bed, the general gave a grin and performed his final sin. And now they shout, the soldiers shout: Death to the king! Death to the King! The Tyrant is gone forever! Yet this war, this dreadful war will leave us to ponder as well.
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
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gleb-zavlanov
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
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