Child at Arms

foul deeds

indeed

do bring prosperity

we did not know our age,we just fought

the rifle is heavy beyond compassion

so new in destruction

your teeth will be forgotten

war for cricket children

place her foot on the log and chop it off

brown brown makes light

your idea of dying is gone

your idea of killing is printed on the body

evil is with you all of the time

evil is with you all of the time