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The Incursion

Poetry By: Demyx306

Will we survive mans greatest enemy: Death?

Submitted:Jul 29, 2010    Reads: 77    Comments: 7    Likes: 4   

The Incursion

A peom by Julien (AKA Demyx306)

We are armed, filled with hate,

our weapons ready, we lie in wait.

The enemy draws near, we aim and pray,

that death wont fall upon us today.

They sense our camp, but show no fear,

neither love, mercy, or even a tear.

We open up, weapons ablaze,

but our enemy remains unphased.

They ignore our fire and push past our lead,

For the Incursion is of the Undead.


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