The Fog of War The Fog of WarThe Fog of War by TheHiddenLife
Look behind the viel and not be disgusted by the sight,
Love me for me and accept my stained plight,
I just want them to accept me for who I am,
This is the plea of the dying man.
Smoke and mirrors; cloak and dagger,
I stumble around blinded, an inglorious stagger,
The red mist descends in a cloudy haze,
Here in the dark I will spend my last days.
Right before the end when my life flashes away,
I regret everything I thought but never did say,
Curled up alone on the cold dead ground,
Here lies my body just waiting to be found.
From Where We Started - 1: Part IFrom Where We Started - 1: Part I by Ikerot
The village cried to me in agony, begging me to stop the suffering. I blinked, almost teared up by the smoke that came over, blown by disaster-made wind, to choke me. I was unable to stop, I had gone too far. This was too much that even a simple rain storm couldn't stop. Fires raged upon the roofs, making roaring sounds, threatening me from taking any more steps forward. The dirt path of the village that I stood in neatly placed houses symmetrically. Each of them made of wood and rice paper, such a perfect ingredient for flames. My mind had decided, and I forced myself into the heart of the villageabout six or ten villagers dead as I passed them. This wasn't something I could travel back in time and stop myself. This was a mistake I had to bear. The destruction of an entire race!
The flames danced wildly upon the roofs of each house, its green flames created orange fire, one house at a time. It made roaring s
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