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Pooetry, War

The Battle of Fearless Trev

A war was raging from deep within.
What was coming was not going to be thin.

I could feel the violence brewing inside.
An unimaginable force marching with pride.

Screams of terror as the enemy was slain.
A mighty bloodbath and I could feel their pain.

The rancid stench of death was thick.
Caused by heavy artillery the size of a brick.

No enemy was found standing, they all lay dead.
The mighty conqueror was named… Fearless Trev.

Pure Pooetry

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