HEROES




Walking on the edge.
Dancing with the dead.
With no fear they charge,
Battle cries emerged.


Drown in their own pool of blood.
Heroes are down .
Holes, from where the bullets pass through
All just for you.


Until no more bullets flying around.
No more explosives tear the ground.
No more screams pierce through the night,
No more tears to be shed.







i'm no poet, so feedbacks are really appreciated 

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