Its War Poem by christopher mcdonald

Its War



blood
guts
gore
sores
its war
lock tight
the right
to fight
aint right
to sight
a bite
its war
fource four
2 blocks 2 doors
ale gore
swore
the chore
to bore
to the core
that its war

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