Enemy at the gate: Collateral Damage
Nations break,the lines they fill,all around,the crimson is spilled.Nobody knowshow long will it last,I see them die,the bodies all charred. They don’t seewhat they’ve done,my eyes are wide open,and my mind is shut.Standing at the gates,they push us to the edge,the bullets light up the sky,and the fear, it rests. Read more…