• The War of Our Century

    by  • February 13, 2011 • To Everybody, Waxing Poetic • 1 Comment

    Tanks and gas,
    Cannons and bombs,
    All prepare
    For the battle of the century.

    Ropes and pills,
    Razors and guns,
    All prepare
    For the battle of our century.

    Feet race across
    The muddy paths
    Hopes high
    Voices high.

    Footsteps echo
    Through the deserted halls
    People around
    But they have no voices.

    Suiting up
    To prepare for the enemy
    Bulletproof vests
    Protect the heart.

    The demons have perfected their trade
    The only thing
    Protecting the heart
    Was lost long ago.

    Millions of people
    Charging, charging
    Full speed ahead
    Towards the enemy.

    For the battle of the centruy.

    A single girl stands alone
    Her against the world
    Her against herself
    She is the enemy.

    This is the battle of our century.

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    One Response to The War of Our Century

    1. Kelly
      February 17, 2011 at 2:23 pm

      I feel exactly the same way.




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