final words.
The hot blood boils,The blind mind roils.
Hearts make their leap,
Souls bleed too deep.
A war is done,
The good have won.
A war is lost,
We pay the cost.
Hope is shattered,
People battered.
Sadness consumes,
We make our doom.
A single heart,
Bent and broken.
It's final words,
Have been spoken.
Poetry by Ian
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Written on 2006-04-29 at 19:35
Tags Final Words Hope
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