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Author: vainya
Fiction Rated: T - English - Drama/Poetry - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-04-08 - Updated: 01-04-08 - Complete - id:2458881

I'm in a white room and everyone's around
There's this man lying on the ground
Making the weirdest sound
At first it was like a language that I didn't know
But as time went on clarity seemed to grow.

They were asking him questions
He answered in tears;
His eyes so full of fear
They mocked tortured him right here
As he cried for his life
We said we'd kill his family and his wife.

He then quickly gave us what we wanted
We couldn't just let him get away.
So we shot him, not killed him but left him
in pain.

We said how we wanted to get them all
Blood now was splattered everywhere on the walls.

I didn't feel sorry for him not one bit.
How could they invade our country
and think we'd just split?
And for that one moment I now knew.
Now my anger for him just grew and
grew.

I went back and killed him...
Yeah that's what I did
And left him there on the ground for dead.
I now knew what this pointless war now means
And then I woke up that was the end of my
dreams.



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