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Please wake me

Please wake me
Out cold in never,never land;
A cold chill takes to my spine,
As a drift of blown wind collides in my mind.
 
Shattering glass takes to my sense;
As a sent of sick takes to my presence.
 
Horrored mind and twisted dreams,coming to light as dark shadows fade and thee wicked arrive's at the gate!
Hate driven,with Insain riddance;
The arrival of the masked atire.
 
Mother cries ,held by her fait,twisting and turning trying to get away.
Reaching for a spare of life,but as so many times before;
I just,DONT HAVE A GUN!
 
©All rights reserved Writen for DU competition I DONT HAVE A GUN!!

DEDICATED to the men woman and children who lost there lives to Americas spread of hypocratcy in Iraq and my only nightmare that has not came to light yet. At least with my presant vessel. R. I. P. Civilians of Iraq and Afghan alongside of those brave men who faught back against the most cowardly of machines ever. R. I. P.
Written by Uncleslam
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