We spoke of lust
The wind caressing our hair
The sun lifted our spirits to heights unfathomed
The stench of smoke hammered our noses
The enemy's voice of idiocrity intoxicated our minds
How many will perish
The toll will tell
Death is only a formality full of fear and facts
We have no answers... only results
We walk and do what we're told
Spoiled through flesh and worldly tangibles
The product stuck to our boots
We thought of our future as we scraped this product anxiously
The fight grows on
As you pick your battles
Looking for more ammunition, yet only find your knife
You pick at them anxiously and question your future
But only the toll will tell
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3 comments:
Cody,
Your revision was really great, and I changed a bit more than I had planned on, but I think it worked out ok, correct me if I'm wrong. Well done brother.
Drew,
i like it man i think your revition is great. see you in class.
This one seems to go in a different direction. I like it. Well done.
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