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| The soldiers of suicide March on a gold fish Shocked are the lights of heaven Shocked are the lights of hell The soldiers of suicide pull The fishing rod Yes says the mind The soldiers of suicide push The pain in the soul No says the mind The soldiers of suicide battle God is crying Angels are crying Humans try to feed peace Prayers mount on horses Every temple is worried The soldiers of suicide win The gold fish has no soul Life is sold by a balloon To a life of eternal peace Humanity battles on In feelings of the soul To cuddle a soul in need |
Thursday, 9 January 2014
Poem: The soldiers of suicide
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