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The Endless War

Writer: The CurrentThe Current

By Declan Funk


The cold breeze wakes me with a mighty frown,

Eyes stare at me throughout my dampened soul.

As the loud booming sound starts to surround,

I feel as if I should drown in my bowl.

The car pulls in and I hope to withstand.

I prepared for war like a king just crowned.

I still stand tall and follow the command.

I fill my flask and my stress is unbound.

And yet, I loved it;, now I just want rest.

Snot comes out of my nose and starts to drip.

I hoist my bag and ready for my quest

I dust my feet and start to gain my grip.

I step one foot inside and take a breath,

And ready to enter the school of death.


 
 
 

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