Warriors of the Future


By: null (gamegirl36@aol.com)



Little children around on the beach
Sitting criss cross applesauce
Without one clue of future bleak
Nor the havoc that time would cause

Each with a smile on their glowing faces
Telling jokes and playing games
No foresight of bombshelled desolate places
Nor of the many men that they would mame

But fun and happiness all throughout
The cheerful ocean atmosphere
And the air is filled with children's shouts
While from Matron's eye falls a guilty tear

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her nothingness,
~null, egocentric, insane webmistress of www.quistis-trepe.com! (shameless plug _)