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The Triolet - War Incarnate.

Forged, I've out-lasted; standing before the Aftermath.
Glistening red, bloodied turban cloth flutters; caught wind.
Innocent outnumber guilty; only the innocent screamed.
Forged, I've outlasted; standing before the Aftermath.
I fought for a cause long lost; buried the corpses teemed.
I've burned it too, charred remains - the depth undreamed
Forged, I've out-lasted; standing before the Aftermath.
Glistening red, bloodied turban cloth flutters; caught wind.
Written by Tacete (who-isthe-silence)
Published | Edited 17th Dec 2013
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