The Brutality of DeceitA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenWhat is love?The Brutality of Deceit My hands are caked in the dried blood of lost love. So many brutal endings that make the Balkans look like a picnic. Yet I slit no throats, stood no innocents against the cow shed and punctured their flesh with lead from an AK47. So why am I to pay for the sins of this war?
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3 Reviews Added on December 18, 2014 Last Updated on December 18, 2014 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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