Created: Sunday, 03 April 2005 Written by a poet
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Click to read: That’s Life For You, Nothing To Gain
20 Million Heartbeats, 60-Odd Years Of Pain
The Acrid Smell Of Death Erupts
From Visions Of Distant Lands Corrupt
And All I Can Do Is Watch All The Hypocrisy
Standing Here, Alone, No One Caring For Me
Shots Echo Across A Desolate Land
Stained With The Blood Of A Fighting Man
Death Is Life’s Only Guarantee
And I Pray That It Comes Quicker For Me

Myles h