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There lies the broken shell of a man before you, ravaged by war time and time again...
The figure's eyes close now, slowly, as if he were drifting off into a sweet slumber...
Those cold broken eyes of his, now sheilded from the visions of war that have torn him limb
from limb...
The man now sleeps, never to awake. With naught else but a smile upon his face...
This ravaged man...now happy, his war with those that should not have been complete.
The wind sweeps his last words across the hurting land...
I'm happy...
Because...
I'm free...
- by dieingflame |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/03/2008 |
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- Title: The Freed
- Artist: dieingflame
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Description:
this is done in a rather odd style, i do not follow normal formats, and i dont think i ever will..the only time i will even try for proper grammar, if you can call it so, is when i write my works.
i do hope the readers enjoy, please note that this is one of my less vicarious works. - Date: 11/03/2008
- Tags: freed
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Comments (4 Comments)
- musicbyme - 11/11/2008
- it's very good and i do enjoy it .A few more n you'll be good as a famouse writer. keep up the good work
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- dieingflame - 11/05/2008
- dnake sehr, or in other words, then you very much.
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- PeachPride21 - 11/03/2008
- great poem. happiness can be found in death, but you can also find misery if you leave behind those that you truly love. you showed the happiness side of it, and did a great job of it too.
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- avatarfangirl - 11/03/2008
- WOW!!!! that's all i can say. . . WOW!!!!
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