Author's Notes: So this is a poem that will serve as a sneak peak into the Hetalia fanfiction I will soon be writing called "War Of Dreams". It's a WWIII fanfic, and I've planned everything out so it SHOULD be a success... No promises.
Enjoy and review! It's from England's POV by the way.
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The screams echo in my ears
But they cannot distract me now
The faces of those who've risked their lives
Cannot blur the face before me now
He's taken lives without care
He's invaded countries everywhere
For who and what does he care?
Only himself and his ambitions.
There are people to avenge
Nothing can sway me here
I will stand as stayed as a rock
Every bloody* body of the ones I love
Will cheer me on as I strike him dead
But even as I defeat him now
What will we make of the aftermath?
What will I have to live for
When my purpose is suspended and done?
People tell me to live on
But what I wish is not so
I want to join the people
Who risked themselves to say hello
To a bright world, without him
Only to meet death and his cold sudden hand
I want to meet them soon
But now is not the time
I must kill this man before me,
Though less than a man, this soul must die.
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End notes: Thanks for reading! Please tell me what you think.