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- “The Hill”
- People may try to glorify war,
- But it is death, and nothing more.
- The screams, the gore, the gnarled limbs,
- The loss of life, hell chiming in.
- When the mines cough, legs fly off,
- The screams of war, the blood our chore.
- The blood that was spilled to take that hill,
- The people that were shot and killed.
- All for a hill, with no life of its own.
- “The Love That Cannot Be”
- She walks with a polished beauty,
- Graceful, sweet, with a glowing hue.
- She loves life, and all its joys,
- This I know to be very true.
- She has a golden heart,
- Cares for her people, of which I am one,
- Acceptance lies there, too,
- One day she'll find her place in the sun.
- And though positivity remains,
- A growing darkness, only I can explain.
- For I love her, and she loves me,
- But ours is a love that cannot be.
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