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I am an Emotional Poet
TheWayne
19/Male/United States
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Last Visit: 171 weeks ago
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I know, I know, you all depend on me NOT to put anything up. But HA! I'm gonna put a song I wrote when I was like, sixteen up! It sucks so bad, but I thought it fit the situation of today's America.
Down in the trench, another man falls beside me,
I’m not even phased, now I’ve seen so much dying.
Merciless fire pours on from machine guns
Killing men who are husbands and fathers and sons.
Senseless destruction, I don’t understand
Why I’m killing someone from another land.
I’m told it’s for the defense of my people
So continually I commit acts of evil.
I see a grenade in my friend’s foxhole exploding
I distract myself with the rifle I’m loading.
Look through the scope, aim a little bit higher,
Another man falls dead from my deadly fire.
Artillery fire off in the distance,
My heart and my mind give no fearful resistance.
Now a hardened soldier, I do what I’m told
With a steady hand, without remorse, my blood is freezing cold.
I clutch my rifle as I hear the call
We storm the trenches, in no mans land I fall.
I scream out in pain as my comrades are dying
There’s nobody left to comfort my crying.
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I am but a voice in the eternal choir, singing that small part which is my life.
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Jack Handey - 'If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid looking in a mirror, because I bet that will really throw you into a panic.'
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