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Spoken · 07-18-2013, 05:41 PM

WRITE NIGHT I

Vs. Dead Man

Soiled Revolution

Deep in the trenches they fight stenches of death,
A reason for pension but never learned the lesson that's set.
Marketing hours for storm troopers power neglect,
Corning innocence from mothers to little men scraping respect.
Night sky shading the emotions grazing the best,
Souls wishing it was wind so all the sin can exhale in one breath.
Disregarding the frets, the fight to let everyone else live,
From all over the nation corrupted with devastation; forgive.
Time capsule is shuddered and words muttered through lips,
Lets the troops come home so they can hold their family and kids.

07-18-2013, 05:41 PM	#4
Spoken ...DA GAWD... Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 2,355 Battle Record: 13-34 Rep Power: 5860413	WRITE NIGHT I Vs. Dead Man Soiled Revolution Deep in the trenches they fight stenches of death, A reason for pension but never learned the lesson that's set. Marketing hours for storm troopers power neglect, Corning innocence from mothers to little men scraping respect. Night sky shading the emotions grazing the best, Souls wishing it was wind so all the sin can exhale in one breath. Disregarding the frets, the fight to let everyone else live, From all over the nation corrupted with devastation; forgive. Time capsule is shuddered and words muttered through lips, Lets the troops come home so they can hold their family and kids. __________________ WP Po'ethics