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The fields where we die
Contributed by
surge_joebot
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Monday, 1st November 2004 @ 02:09:26 PM in AEST
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Go to the fields with the gun in hand.
Stand in the grass and take the last breath.
Pull the triggor and the nightmare stops.
Fall to the field... bleed on the grass... hole in the head.
Sky lights up and the angels doth cry.
Dead in the field, soul in the sky.
Nobody cares, their loved one is dead.
There they will stay sprawled in the field.
Out to the field all go to die.
Take out their guns... all joined in the sky
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Re: The fields where we die
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by Arius-Inues on
Monday, 1st November 2004 @ 03:33:41 PM AEST
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| Wow, I really liked this poem! And I understand what they are feeling. Great write! Thanks for sharing! |
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Re: The fields where we die
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by Sinned on
Thursday, 30th December 2004 @ 12:48:55 PM AEST
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Go ahead shoot
Would care
Luicefer the angel of sin
Satan
You'll spend eternity with him
Here on earth
You'd be forgoten within a year
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