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Burning Stakes
A red sun dawns upon a seemingly docile world
as bodies lay in the fields below.
A battle in the night,
the stakes favored the aggressors
as the helpless men, women and children defended their homeland.
Swords can tell no difference between man or woman,
boy or girl,
friend or enemy.
Blood spills and feeds the soils of earth;
flowers grow where the dead fall.
Such is nature’s requiem.
"Blood spills and feeds the soils of earth;
flowers grow where the dead fall.
Such is nature’s requiem."
Absolutley Beautiful.