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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · War · #2081023
This is based on the story of a city I once lived in for a short time.
Walking down the beach
Two friends, bruised each.

The old church, door smashed in
A sight to make their heads spin.

A ruined boat, magnificent
Its twisted hull torn and rent.

And old hotel, never made
Falling bricks, the door blockade.

A crumbled home, burnt and battered
The great stone walls cracked and shattered.

A beachside villa, torn to shreds
No sign of who last slept in its beds.

Two great towers, sand and stone
Littered about with scrap and bone.

A shining city, full of power
Now dull within its falling hour.

This is not the end, not this day
We will rebuild, to make them pay.
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