A poem about war. It’s the best I could do (I know it’s not very good).

Blood rushes through my skin

My heart pumps like hell

 I hope I forget all i’ve seen

Yet I sense my friend’s dead bodies’ smell

I look around

People in armor

I know they have a great wound

They know they are Pain’s farmer

Have you ever killed someone?

It does feel horrible

I felt so sorrowful and alone

If I survive this, it will only be a miracle

PUM PUM PUM PUM

I hear the drums tremble

PUM PUM PUM PUM

A heart’s pumping, it resembles

Adrenaline is the result

Anger towards the rival

They are an insult

A problem since their arrival

Hear my battlecry

Beat bravely the drum

For I will not die

But hero I will become

Dance graceously through the battlefield

The songs are the agony cries

The beat is my heart’s

And their warnings are a bunch of lies

I see a white flag on the west

A sign of their surrender

A sign of our conquest

Now they know we are not tender

We are valiant yet humble

We are warrior yet peacemakers

Our empire shall never crumble

We say the truth, we are not fakers

We see success

Like a bright sun in the darkest night

And I feel the need to confess

I hope our ways of life are right

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