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Alliteration


Here comes the war of the world With the lord of the land And warriors with blood sweat Chewing theirs gums with the cream Fighting with dreams in the dim Firing arrows in an awful air Waiting to die in their deep dreams Using theirs swords so it seems To be hurt like the Hug near the hut To be cure they need to be cut Using their swords in the rain to be slain So they wouldnt feel the pain when they fear If they fear of what they think its fun Then they shall be done in the dungeon of the dorm Do you feel lonely if they laid? Or you feel happy if they hope To be alive when their kingdom araise again This should be the sarrow of saxons Which had gone with the wind when they win Finally find out that they were foolish