Clouds plague the sea.
Rainstorms fight wind currents unbeknown to me.
Green leafs and summer storms.
Blue sky's yet dust is prominent.
Mirrors reflect, subconscious dominant.
Fear storming the houses of the free.
Killing the used and weak for ransom.
All for a fee a hell bent handsome.
Rain drops off ruble, mud curious.
Faces soaked in blood, doors see through.
A man to his left, " concealment not cover, they can see you"!
Another dead body hits the floor.
What is it that we have to learn to win this war?
1 comment:
Hmmmmmmmmm.
:)
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