War in this century is so digitally Glamorized. Who fights Wars? Nancy Pelosi, or Turtle McConnell 🐢 do they fight in a War? War is like a Glamorous Whore
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A Whore with lots of make up camaflouging in the perfect dark lightning to show off curves with tucked up partially bare breats.
Her stockings are long and white just to the thighs, her dress is short and the whole scene of seduction is unrelenting.... unforgetting.
In the morning when you wake alone, bleeding out- Bloodied- , broken, if you awake at all. Soon you are begging for more time a 2nd chance as you remember that whore you where so very drunkenly in love with wow that was a terrible choice. She looked undeceptive with out the colorful make up when the light came on, you remembered her body how terribly scared it was, ragged, wrinkled, her hands that stroked your chest where icey cold to the touch before you fell asleep drunk as she had whispered her short confessions of love for you only now realizing in your fate, was just a cold lie it was in reality for your death she wished . Where is her whisppers of love now?
Now that you have left, that you have passed, Your memory is kept only within honnor of a maybe a passing generation, maybe you are remebered many years on, on a now graffitied public wall, where her illegitimate kids have spray painted over your memory.
With in a night after your passing she puts on the heavy make up with out a tear or tremble from steady ice cold hands. She quickly finds another dark street corner, another dark Pub seeking those that are Looking for the experience of a life time. Trading it all in for possibly just one night.
War is A Whore.
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