the sun anticipated bloodshed
in the distance a torn, green flag could be seen
waving against the red glow
then emerges lines of war-clad men hate
cloaked with gold, smiling with
blood lust shining in their cold, black eyes
these men walked with absolute resounding power
steps breaking the dirt, and turning to fire
leaving the bravest men scared
line by line and step by step
they came closer and closer
soon, they were not longer lines
of tiny soldiers, walking in step in the distance
brave men with wooden shields and pitchforks
fought with anguish and grief
blood flew in the air and dirty bodies covered the floor
the wealthy shall always overpower the poor. this is a fact.
LordGrave ll Community Member 
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