Okay this is a poem I just made, about someone who's dying.
War, death, gloom everywhere,
The stench of blood filling the air,
The sight of defeat seems to come near,
I sit in a corner, armed, praying for my life
I can see the writing on the wall,
Everything I dreamed for, is going to fall,
Why God? Why? I followed your steps ...
Where have they escorted me?
Now I follow my fate,
Leading me to near oblivion ...
Yup it's in a war. Its kind of dark.
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