War

July 10, 2013

War is the most destructive decision of all. Bodies are dropping, there is no end or stopping.

Bullets are pouring from the sky... A solider doesn't have to tell you his pain, just look into his eyes.

A brand new father won’t see his baby, as he falls to the ground hands still shaking.

As his life slips away and his eyes close forever... pain fills his heart, this is his last endeavor.

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