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Mind of War (Free verse) by t_t_redhot
Red to blue, blue
to gray.
The dark of night never
turns to day.
The flowers never bloom,
birds don't sing.
Death is apon us on
the raven's wing.
As the raven flies it takes
all that is well.
Everything that was is
now hell.
We smile for the dead,
morn for the living.
Happiness, as you see, is
not for the giving.
Death will come soon for
all who believe,
death is apon the
raven's wing.
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