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THE NEOPONIC WARS
There’s flesh on the pen
The ink is running red
The Wars have begun again
The ammo is running low
No place to hide. No place to go.
Stand and resist the next blow.
I’ve bled before in these wars
Words sharp and cruel cut deep
Maim the spirit. Stun the soul
But don’t kill anyone
Candlewitch
13 years 4 months ago
Dear Joe,
Ouch... from a war-torn vet!
always, Cat
Geremia
13 years 4 months ago
:)
:)
Esker
13 years 4 months ago
and whom has called their title as Dictator
and where the hell is their Josephine??
Charlemane had class
and the great cathedral
built ten eleven still stands
where so many crowned
could not last!!!
nice work here Joe
Geremia
13 years 4 months ago
Thanks, Steve
Thanks, Steve
scribbler
13 years 4 months ago
Hi Joe
Really like the title play on napoleonic wars. Some people just don't think or realize how much hurt can be packed into words I guess............stan