The Brush Strokes of War
Shadows of a Conflagration,
The Shade of a lightning strike.
Streaked orange and red from Machine gun fire.
Great brown blotches of artillery-thrown mud.
Hazy amber clouds of VX, in small dabs.
And completely soaked burgundy with blood.
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