As death is armedA Poem by anartaoExplosives packed within dead flesh, sacrilege to those who mourn The gunning down of corpses to halt another being born into the ever growing ranks of the bloody and torn war dead, since we took away the tyrant and delivered hell instead
It now seems death is not the end as bodies are turned to tools, to keep the factions separate, and the children out of schools
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