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Battleground

Death as black as the raven’s wing
carried from the earth to the land of Hades
There is no grief, no sorrow, only relief,
 
Blood as red as the deepest Rose
flows from the wound that you have caused
each drop like a tear from the heavens
 
Stench pungent as the battle of war
Carried on the winds thru heaven and hell
Such a sweet smell to carry my soul
 
Love as meaningless as life itself
Never caring and always taking
Shall become nothing less for me.

(2012)

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