Looking in the distance, all I see is a battlefield.
Blood and Bodies, Scatter the Earth.
Everywhere I go.
Choosing the perfect, Weapon.
I started smokin’,
Today ain’t over yet.
Cheatin’ ain’t, No crime.
Ain’t no rule; Ain’t worth breaking.
We’ll make our plight.
We’re no hero.
We’re just us.
It’s your turn.
Settling the final score.
That’s what you get, For letting your,
Heart win.
-Snow Elizibeth
Poetry
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