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Never forgotten
A shell of a human, shooting shells at other shells of humans,
Fighting for a commanding shell of a human, spilling blood for the shells of political humans.
Needless executions, only to come back and be branded with the looks of disgust when they take drugs to quell the memories,
The memories they will never forget. So now the shell sits in a room of their own thought, and when the voices are screaming, they turn their heads and pick up the gun. Now its a story of unfortunate events. Now its a story of military regret.
Fighting for a commanding shell of a human, spilling blood for the shells of political humans.
Needless executions, only to come back and be branded with the looks of disgust when they take drugs to quell the memories,
The memories they will never forget. So now the shell sits in a room of their own thought, and when the voices are screaming, they turn their heads and pick up the gun. Now its a story of unfortunate events. Now its a story of military regret.
Published 19th Dec 2017
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