The Forgotten Part of...The Forgotten Part of the BattlefieldThe Forgotten Part of...
The crows are circling overhead. Even the far off ripping sound of musketry, That hateful sound of musketry, Can’t scare them away. They are waiting.
As I walk I see a shoe. Discarded. Forgotten. As I walk I see a newspaper. Folded. Dirty. As I walk I see the bodies war cast aside. Sons. Fathers. They are coming closer.
A stiff body here, a dropped musket there, The forgotten lying everywhere.
Clouded eyes staring sightless at the sky. Whose son
Two birds...Two Birds, the Old Oak Tree, and MeTwo birds...
My life is unclear. It is veiled and confused. The paths to take are not known until treaded, Like the dusty ones of the two-leggéd creatures. I feel as if, in mid flight, my wings have been taken And I plummet through the air like a stone, A stone tossed off a cliff to an unknown end.
There is a bird of brilliant plumage, A bird that has captured my heart and knows it not. A bird harassed by others more fair than I. A bird who needs me but doesn’t. A bird who flies high and far for places I cannot follow.
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The greatest plan of all time: "We push him and run."
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Hideously Hilarious
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Hideously Hilarious
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