war this
I have been thinking —
About War.
About what “War” means.
Bullets. Fire. Shrapnel. Mines. Smoke. Death. Blood.
Bodies ripped in pieces, maimed, bloodied, destroyed.
Dead sons. Dead daughters. Dead fathers. Brothers. Sisters. Mothers.
Bleeding.
Burning.
Dying.
That.
Is War.
I better see that in a damn shopping mall before one more pompous fuck tells me there is a war on Christmas.
where the art work came from :
that is war uniforms by bad jonni
9 Responses to war this
lmao
i’m with you max.
Damn straight.
You know what really makes me choke here?
A dominate Culture playing victim.
War is a business, a business in which there are often fantastic opportunities to profit off the death and misery of others.
There is a war on Christmas, and a war ON Christmas, apparently.
The word I hate is raped. It has become part the teenage vernacular and it makes me ill every time it is misused.
Damn straight. You tell ’em Max.
Indeed. As the saying goes: “War is hell”. Unimaginable hell.
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