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Tortured Soul
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Tortured Soul

To the chaos of the human ages,
History forged in countless wars,
Seen through my tired and empty soul,
Forever plagued by unhealed scars.

Born into a dark and pure heart,
Sacrificing life, love, and peace,
Trained by codes of valued honor,
On a quest for violence cease.

Living doomed and set fates,
The same soul that seeks more,
Death embraced in a million battles,
Fought in many different wars.

My wavering actions are a battle,
And again I shall into death soar,
Fearless, heroic, and dedicated,
To be born a soldier once more.

So therefore I shall speak my struggles,
Repeated countless times anew,
Forged in wasted tears and blood,
Infinite attempts at final virtue.

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Comments (1)

A very well penned poem, you say what you really feel in straight and freely way, that is great! keep it up! you are in the right site...10+++