Remnants of War

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    Remnants of War
    like the breath of satan 
    its been breathing down my neck
    but the remnants of war 
    just wont let me forget
    pictures so vivid
    but only come within dreams
    as i relive death
    slowly scene by scene
    never down play the memories
    of brothers still loved
    but i beg to forget
    the sweat and blood
    the smoke in the distance
    and the tears we shed
    remnants of brothers
    that have long been dead
    peace be upon them 
    and god bless their souls
    but those that are living 
    still carry the tolls
    for those that are gone
    you are never alone
    so ashes to ashes 
    till we all go home....
    like the breath of satan 
    its been breathing down my neck
    but the remnants of war 
    just wont let me forget
    pictures so vivid
    but only come within dreams
    as i relive death
    slowly scene by scene
    never down play the memories
    of brothers still loved
    but i beg to forget
    the sweat and blood
    the smoke in the distance
    and the tears we shed
    remnants of brothers
    that have long been dead
    peace be upon them 
    and god bless their souls
    but those that are living 
    still carry the tolls
    for those that are gone
    you are never alone
    so ashes to ashes 
    till we all go home....
    By: Kevin Bakker

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    stylingdirector commented on Remnants of War

    08-24-2009

    oh my, what a story you tell. It leaves me speechless and humble.
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    combatrider commented on Remnants of War

    07-02-2009

    did you really think that was a war, how about you look at some of the civil war stuff and korea and you know, befor your time stuff and then decide
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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