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Author: Jacob and His Dream Machine
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Published: 05-11-08 - Updated: 05-11-08 - id:2516155

Self destruct and suck

The life from your friends

and family

Except for me, you see

I am the spaces in between

The hallow laugh of life's retreat

Into the blank embrace of death

The constant red reminder

The sickness of defeat

Soft eyed soldier boys

Baby killers, amputees

I am told they fight for me

But how long can children bleed?

There is a cancer, its more than greed

Oh God, I can't explain,

What to do with all this pain

Drowned in junk, I broke this frame

Then in sickness, returns the same

Bastard sons of wanderlust

Angry cunts explode to dust

Soldier boys are falling leaves

Die in piles, lives lost in breeze



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