So.... I wrote this a while ago.
It was a dark time.
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Bodies lying on the floor
The outcome of a senseless war
I can't take this any more
I'm tired of the knocked down doors
I don't find joy in the innocent's cries
I can't stand the pain I see in their eyes
And I'm so sick and tired of all of your lies
So farewell, sayonara,
This is good--
Bodies lying on the floor
The outcome of a senseless war....
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This is also (partially) inspired by what I've read of war.
And for those who may not get it, the person gets cut off by a bullet, so....they join the bodies on the floor.
