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Once,
they played in yards,
stick swords and plastic guns,
mud-streaked faces,
laughing in the sun —
their joy alive, their hearts still warm.
they built forts from blankets,
imagined war as a game,
their laughter ringing bright —

But now —
Helmets cage hollow skulls,
dead eyes made of cold glass,
stone faces locked in a grimace,
marching in perfect sync,
a death-walk of men who forgot how to live,
boots crunching dreams into dust.

This is not a game.

Their hands now, hideous hands,
clench steel that tears mothers open,
splits children’s laughter into screams,
fingers like claws on triggers,
twitching with mechanical precision.

They sow death like seeds,
but nothing blooms —
only fields of twisted bodies,
limbs splayed like broken dolls,
smoke spiralling into the sky,
a sky that they pretend not to see.

This is not a game.

A little girl clutches a doll’s arm,
her brother’s blood still warm on her cheeks,
while the soldiers, these shattered souls,
paint walls with terror —
a grotesque mural of hate and ruin.

They move like zombies,
flesh wrapped in cold commands,
feet dragging through ashes of innocence,
mouths silent, eyes empty,
the light inside them
long since extinguished.

Flesh burns.
Buildings crumble.
Old mothers wail, their voices
splitting the sky —
cries of grief-torn ghosts,
pleas unheard by machines,
hearts replaced by circuits,
thoughts reduced to orders.

I see them.
I hate them.

Machines wrapped in flesh,
monsters programmed to ****.

They were children once —
soft, human, whole —
but they chose this path.

Now, they trudge through fields of ruin,
crushing love beneath their heels,
dragging the stench of death behind them.

A world devoured by horror.
Glass eyes blink,
and with each blink,
another life shatters.

It’s blood on their hands,
it’s death in the air.

This is not a game anymore.
I created a song using Suno AI. If you’re interested, please follow the link. Does anyone know how to make links clickable?

https://suno.com/song/037ea46b-8bc4-4cfa-aae0-edfff8f27333
Anatomically

If you were to remove my tongue,  
I would still have  
The pen and the inkwell.  

Ontologically

If you were to take out my tongue,  
And the pen from my hand,  
I would still think, feel, and live my poetry.  

Ethically

If you were to tear out my heart,  
What use would I have  
For the pen and the inkwell?
Lay all your flowers out.
Lie on the bed where you made your vow
Gather the tears you shed
And say
“I will love you until I’m dead.”

Now we’re layin’ out all the white roses
And we’re tryin’ so hard not to cry
And the preacher starts his prayin’
Sayin’
“It’s all better in the sky.”

We laughed until we cried.
We took off all of our clothes
And swam one last time
And we drank to let it go
Locked arm in arm
And three sheets to the wind
Hope my God is a wine drinker

You said that you wanted me to be happy
And not to linger with regret
If you love me, let me go

Happy, happy, happy, yet dead
I don’t know how to make a link clickable or if I can share links here, but please follow the link to listen to a song created with these lyrics using Suno AI.
[Happy, yet dead by ~ROUK~]

https://suno.com/song/09b3556e-1cc4-480e-a791-e2ace544de02
Valentin Eni Dec 4
This sad poem was conceived and written in Burnley,
Where shadows linger, and the rain falls sternly.

An empty pub with an empty pint glass,
Black nights last long with its wild, bright eyes.

A one-eyed dog with lots of fleas
Sings the blues in seven different keys.

And time has flown since we met at sea,
A four-light-years-galactic-guilt is upon me.
Valentin Eni Dec 4
Sorry for the pain
The selfish kiss that I gave

If I were you
I would have walked away.

But you’re sending gifts from the skies
Your love is now one with the stars
Valentin Eni Dec 4
Do not trust a man if he has found his path
There is nothing but illusion ahead
So you must wait for him to sigh deeply and yawn
So
Follow him into his failure down
Valentin Eni Dec 4
Love’s a flame; it burns so bright,
But too much fire steals the night
Too much love clouds your view,
This kind of love isn’t good for you

Love can hold, but love can break,
Leave you drowning in its wake
Too much love pulls you down,
Spins your world, turns it around

Oh, love isn’t always kind,
Takes your heart and steals your mind,
Oh, that love isn’t good for you,
This kind of love will tear you through

Love can lift, but love can fall,
Trap your soul, devour it all,
A little’s sweet; too much can sting,
Love’s a fire with a bitter ring

Love, beware its fire touch—
It burns too bright; it burns too much.
Oh, love isn’t always true
Love, Oh, love can burn through you.
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