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Men plunge and ****** their spears into Pointless flesh You've let it in through your ribben cage, and so drunkenly judged this poor exchange Of a branch's strength to a wrench's More wood More wood for the fiery eyes of the younger Isn't it good There's new flesh for the trenches Whom with an unquenched thirst And a gray wolf's hunger Ignore the flesh, rot and stenches.
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Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 4:50 AM UTC
Pointless Flesh
Men plunge and ****** their spears into Pointless flesh You've let it in through your ribben cage, and so drunkenly judged this poor exchange Of a branch's strength to a wrench's More wood More wood for the fiery eyes of the younger Isn't it good There's new flesh for the trenches Whom with an unquenched thirst And a gray wolf's hunger Ignore the flesh, rot and stenches.
#war#macabre#decay#dismay
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Adrian_Clopan
25/M/Norway
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 4:50 AM UTC
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