footsteps charging to the other side,
like the sea turning into high tide,
A loud crack pierces the sky,
the first bullet starts to fly,
more follow shooting through the air,
a man falls, the other men don't care,
corpses cover the ground,
the war is over there is no sound,
lives are lost,
men are dead, the war is over, so its said.
by phoenix
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