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This is one of the poems I've written most of my idea's towords anime I don't write down I play it out in my mine to see if it works out the way I want it.

Don’t speak to me of death.

Don’t’ speak to me of death.
For your are as inexperienced as I
You talk of life as some non fragile glass
That can easily be broken in a blink of an eye.

Don’t rant to me of death.
You do not Know of there pain
They killed on a battle field.
For your freedom
And here you are
Wanting death again.

Do you think they wanted to kill?
As they tell you about there massacres in war.
They way there heads and tell the tale.
And you are not to judge.
You’ve never taken another life.

You look at them with no shame in your eyes.
And tell about how you would have died.
With a hero’s honour.
Lots of flowers
The only idles to show you pride.

Do not speak of death so lightly.
For every life is precious.
You would not have died as a war saver
But rather as another head on the list of dead.

Your corpse would have decaying pool of blood
With no roses to compare to beauty
As another lost soul of war.
With your killer meeting the same demise.

Don’t talk to me of death.
A Solders tale is a sad one.
Singing a requiem
With heads close to the ground.
Marching slowly through there lives.

You do not hold the flag they do
A lost symbol of they’re fights
They smile at you ,
A phantom smile.
Foretelling the ideas they used to fight.

The lost are lost
And the dead are dead.
And truth of war.
Vanished.
In the new generation masses.

By Rurouni Dark Wolf