my poem I made a long time ago

Babyface

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I hear the crackle of gunpowder
and hear the bullets zinging,
and the cannonballs whizzing by me
into the stillness of the night.

I hear the screams comeing
from the other side of the field.
I hear the thud of feet running
as hard as thunder.

I hear the whisper of death,
Knocking at my door: soft.
Thud! I fall, and a few moments later,
I am on the ground.

I hear a voice, a Heavanly voice.
I see a figure, clothed in white.
Hush! I hear him speak:
"Rise, and walk with me"


may 4th 2003--BabyFace

hoped ya liked it
 
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