Blood dripping off of blades,
As their innocence slowly fades.
Horrified expressions and tears slowly falling,
Dead bodies on the ground, and past events they are slowly recalling.
They had been innocent not long ago,
But they weren't able to listen as their victims cried out no.
Regret seeping into broken faces,
Taking away their joy and leaving no traces.
The Children of War!
They ahd never been forced to grow-up before.
They will have to live with their guilt,
From the tower of dead bodies that they built.
 
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