Futility of War"Futility of War"Futility of War
Crimson stained attire With land teeming with fire. Crawling across the desert plain, To Pummel down the insane.
Fiends and foes were shot, Until the enemy was finally caught. The sirens sounded in the distance While soldiers marched in suspense. With paranoia drowning them all. Dragging them down until they fall.
When the overlord was found, Shots echoed through the town. Bombs blew the minds of little ones, While mothers cry from the damage done.
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