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by HiddenPoet Jan 6, 2008 category : Life, society / other
In the war with worldly things No one seems to win War is a series of deadly stings In an attempt for peace to begin My self war contains no shots Only weapons in the forms of word The scars have equal tearing spots Unknown hurt cannot be heard I hurt only myself in war Wrongs turn into forbidden pain This life I cannot live anymore I surrender; in war I could never remain The white flag cleansed my war-torn soul A new life did I begin Sins revealed and buried as a whole With help, my war I did win