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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=562505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love, Grief, Death, Peace and Life Make War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, grief, death, peace, and life make war.<br>Within the grasps of victory, here lies grief.<br>Striving to keep a soul alive, thriving for life<br>whispers of sanity fade from the sight of death.<br>An outstretched limb pleading for a touch of peace<br> as a memory of happiness fills the heart with love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Controlling senses fester upon a long lost love, <br>breathing in deep, it’s the smell of a war.<br>Muffled cries creep into your soul, pleading for peace.<br>You lick your blood stained lips, tasting the bitter grief.<br>piercing voices thunder upon the ground, accepting death<br>as a memory of loneliness fills their heart with an absence of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tears of blood come forth into a dimension of twisted life.<br>The air, heavy and hot, hover over you ridding the land of any former love.<br>A chorus of saints and sinners sing to you, singing the song of death, <br>”O come ye child, come into my arms and rid yourself of this war.<br>Gather your mind and venture to the morrow, leaving behind this haunting grief, <br>for it is not your fault that this world does not know peace.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You close your eyes, feeling the sensation of eternal peace.<br>You can not move any aching limb, within an inch of life<br>you follow the scent of reigning mud, caking itself to the world’s own grief.<br>Wandering past the forgotten lives to seek the one true love<br>that carries upon it’s shoulders, a burden of war.<br>This land can no longer hold itself with peace as all the peace has turned to death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forging itself upon your spirit, the lies no longer live, now it is only death<br>that caresses your body like a mother so tender, illuminating the one and only peace.<br>Taunting you to go and be afraid no more, taunting and taunting, this is war.<br>With one last plea, you beg and cry for the voices to take your life<br>as you know that the searching prisms of hope will find your love<br>and they will abolish the need of any misery and any grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more do the saints and sinners sing of your grief<br>only this time, there is no mourning of war and death.<br>They’ve come to pour into your heart, a sound so divine. It is love.<br>”Dear child, dear child, no more shall you weep, we are here, we’re your peace.<br>Come with us to a land so pure, where love is eternal and death is not near. We will give you life.<br>With a trust so deep, take our hands and no more, no more, shall this be your burden of war.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In times of sorrow and fear, lost is the value of love and peace.<br>All is forgotten while caged by grief and watching the slaughter of life.<br>You watch your fallen brothers, reaching for help, you hear the despair in all their voices.<br>You’re the saint and sinner, giving them hope. <br>You cease your thoughts, you must fight on. <br>You aim your gun, praying for death. This is war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mason+Letoto">Mason Letoto</a><div class=q>
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Within the grasps of victory, here lies grief.
Striving to keep a soul alive, thriving for life
whispers of sanity fade from the sight of death.
An outstretched limb pleading for a touch of peace
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