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The Fog of War
Look behind the viel and not be disgusted by the sight,
Love me for me and accept my stained plight,
I just want them to accept me for who I am,
This is the plea of the dying man.
Smoke and mirrors; cloak and dagger,
I stumble around blinded, an inglorious stagger,
The red mist descends in a cloudy haze,
Here in the dark I will spend my last days.
Right before the end when my life flashes away,
I regret everything I thought but never did say,
Curled up alone on the cold dead ground,
Here lies my body just waiting to be found.
Look behind the viel and not be disgusted by the sight,
Love me for me and accept my stained plight,
I just want them to accept me for who I am,
This is the plea of the dying man.
Smoke and mirrors; cloak and dagger,
I stumble around blinded, an inglorious stagger,
The red mist descends in a cloudy haze,
Here in the dark I will spend my last days.
Right before the end when my life flashes away,
I regret everything I thought but never did say,
Curled up alone on the cold dead ground,
Here lies my body just waiting to be found.
And the mist rolls over the murky hills, choking the creatures of the night in it's intoxicating aroma of stagnant air and water.
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O.O amazing!
The rhythm really flows and the imagery is expressed very clearly and poetically!~
The rhythm really flows and the imagery is expressed very clearly and poetically!~