Begging Children

Waking life

twisting, around

around, around…


What is to life

the flesh an sword

bullets bound…


Whisky eyes

storm of missiles fly

inward bound…


Dropped tears

so many innocent die

empty ground…


Ending surprise

brand-new brilliant world

see you’ll, all around…

Begging Children

Begging Children

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