2k2ewyn 
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		  A collab with Cow Face. My first!    Anyway, I write in this color, and he writes in this color      The Final Battle    The flag breaks,    The bugle calls    As we march off to war    Across the field lies our enemy.    Waiting for their chance to strike       It is time to attack,    Shall we strike at their back?    Will we wipe out their race,    Cause them all great disgrace?    -----    A hot tear runs down my face    Never again will I see the sunset    Or the country I so loved    How can I go on with this?       Oh my God, I can't wait!    Must this battle come so late?    My leaders insisted-    Now I'm glad I enlisted!    -----    A few more steps    Until I'm in position    Then, something in the grass stirs    Oh God! I went too far!    I have to get away from the enemy,    Before it's too late!       I look ahead, I see one!    I fire a round from my gun,    Sending him to his death;    He breathes his last, dying breath.    -----    Beside me, behind me    I hear the dying breaths    Or fathers, mothers,    Daughters and Sons    There's blood everywhere    I'm going to die       Wait, what did I just do?    Blood now does the field bestrew!    How can my saneness stay?    I've taken a life away.    -----    A streak comes at me    I dodge it just in time    As I lie on the ground    I realize that it's over    The chaos is done    I'm alone       What's that sound that I hear?    It penetrates through my fear.    It's the sound of absence...    Suddenly, there is silence.    -----    But wait!    As the smoke clears,    I see a figure in front of me    By instinct, we aim our guns    I'm ready to fire       Shall I take life again?    If I do, then do I win?    But this is not a game,    It is only a great shame.    -----    What do I do?    I could kill him,    And walk away the victor    I prepare myself. I'm ready    I fire       Ah, an end to the wait,    A release valve for all hate.    I pull, I fire, I die.    Thud.    -----    The bullet hits    But then why do I feel pain?    I look at myself    I'm bleeding.    I'm dying    I'm dead       What was this war's purpose?    Was it, as it seems, causeless?    Must they yet continue?    When will we be through...?    -----      
			
								
			
			
				  
				  		 	
		  
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