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War

 
 
Donít ever fall upon your head,
Did all of you hear what I said?
Just one half? Oh thatís terrific,
Do I need to be specific?
It means that this includes your face,
Anywhere, hey there, any place!
 
Iíll talk till Iím blue if I do,
And that is the color youíll be  
If you fall on your head.
Green, purple and red,
Iíll throw in the black for a clue.
Iím saying youíre gonna be screwed.
 
Thereís parts of you you never knew,
Which is bad when thatís where you land.
 
But if you faint from standing still
You canít recall and never will.
Not how, or when, or why, until
A place called Hell becomes roadkill.
 
By then itís the throw of the dice
For everything that happens twice.
 
Here comes a guy Iíve seen before,
He looks like heís been through the WAR.
 
I pop my eyes, heís filled with dread.
I frown, ďYou plum fell on your head!!Ē
 
He buckles from under his fear,
I swear to God, and then I hear:
 
ďDonít YELL at me, Ďtwas long ago.
I fell from grace but I was pushed!
While all He says ĎI told you so!í,
Now here I am a burning bush.Ē
 
My friends, have I made myself clear?
Weíll talk again some other year.
 
 
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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