Neil Crosby - The Army

For every dropp of blood shed a human soul is lost
For every human soul lost a tear is shed
A loved one is lost
More tears and blood are shed thus everything starts over again its is as if the world were reborn but reborn not of love but of hatred toward everyone and everything on this earth.





-this poem is from a friend, who i'll always be her friend

Neil Crosby

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