It has begun.

The dam is blown.
Water floods downwards,
and the damned
flood forward.

On the brink
of muddy
trench warfare,
we sit tight
and wait
for when its time
for us to shine
and get
a bit of
our share.

But share we
do not wish for;
to not partake in
this war…

That we should
not
be forced
by law,
to have to
go
in deep
and fucking
raw.

What a bloody
eye sore.

Poor, so poor.
Cant take no
more.
Washed up to
shore,
D day once
more…
Guess we gotta
blow up
the core –
Russia’s fucking
Kremlin chainsaw.

Anyway, no more rhyming
with that tone…

…or,
I could go on forever
writing down
this shit
real world
lore.