Here I lay, cold and alone.
Great steel bird has flown me home.
My heartbeat kept by dark machine.
My veins an iron serpentine.
The war has come, now all is gone.
Here I lay, the only one.
Landmine has taken my legs.
Bombs cracked my bones like the shells of eggs.
My arms are gone, my ears are deaf.
My sight is blind, I wish for death.
My tongue is mute, my lungs destroyed.
And still a thousand more deployed.
The deserts bathed in rain of blood.
A soldiers honor, gone from me.
My symptoms spell out "death to thee".
From the world I now depart.
Forever lost, with iron heart.
I didn't write this. did. I don't even think he remebers this poem. I'm writing it for him. , if you want me to delete this just let me know.
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Disturbed1 Says:
No. You can keep it up. I might submit it myself eventually, so I'll tell you if I do.