In One Century
part VI

Peace and Love
Were once more torn asunder,
Again War,
Far thunder;
And this time, all of us tore.
Again War,
Gloriless
Distorting society.
Again War,
Gory mess,
Meaning less to her and me.
In wonder,
I walked by myself to her.



Gloom
to old Poetry
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