“In the mist, the smell of powder invades my lungs.
The sound of shells blasting invades the valley.
The ground trembles with the passage of chars.
I take cover as the bullets whistle around my head.
Stuck in the mud I see dark figures that sneak into the battle field.
The men are frightened.
They fear what they don't know.
They cry, they are lost.
The doom is expected for the weak.
Those who dare to face their fears are saved.
So...save yourself.”
LTF
terça-feira, 11 de novembro de 2008
SAVE YOURSELF
Publicada por Louie "The French" à(s) 23:23
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