Just blood is left

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Okay so this is my first EVER written poem. Enjoy!

When all the trees are dead,
every love is sold;
Just then we understand
that we can't eat gold.
When all the life is left,
just we're here.
Just then we see,
how bad are we.
When all the blood is spent,
dignity forgotten,
just then we understand.
In a war, we get bitten.
When the last light vanish,
and everything goes black;
Just then we will punish
only ourselves.

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