Fallen Warriors Poem by Brendon Secrist

Fallen Warriors



I'm the old man,
With a spear through his side.
I'm the little boy,
With an arrow in his chest.
I'm the young man,
With no right arm.
Now do you understand?
We're all fallen warriors.
Some of us are from Heaven,
Others from hell.
So which side do u choose,
Because you must choose,
Before you die.

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Brendon Secrist

Brendon Secrist

Fayetteville Arkansas
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