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please can I use this image on a poem?
the words follow...
The depth evil sinks
They stand on the verge of the epoch of time
Peacefully walking towards a landmine
Gazing around without a care in the word
Unaware of the terror about to unfurl
Things on the surface look like any day
Children dancing and singing gleefully at play
While under their feet in the earth where they stand
A time bomb is waiting; it’s part of a plan
To destroy and mane, cause terror and fear
The perpetrators long gone, can’t see who draws near
Innocence so young, that they can not conceive
The depths evil sinks… who could believe
It’s only an inch, a centimetre or two
As long as it’s buried, and hidden from view
It’s now only simply a matter of time
Before a child lightly steps on that silent landmine
An explosion so loud that rips though the air
Shrapnel that is flying, flesh searing and tears
A wound opens up, blood gushes and spurts
Smiles gone from her face, how my memory hurts.
the words follow...
The depth evil sinks
They stand on the verge of the epoch of time
Peacefully walking towards a landmine
Gazing around without a care in the word
Unaware of the terror about to unfurl
Things on the surface look like any day
Children dancing and singing gleefully at play
While under their feet in the earth where they stand
A time bomb is waiting; it’s part of a plan
To destroy and mane, cause terror and fear
The perpetrators long gone, can’t see who draws near
Innocence so young, that they can not conceive
The depths evil sinks… who could believe
It’s only an inch, a centimetre or two
As long as it’s buried, and hidden from view
It’s now only simply a matter of time
Before a child lightly steps on that silent landmine
An explosion so loud that rips though the air
Shrapnel that is flying, flesh searing and tears
A wound opens up, blood gushes and spurts
Smiles gone from her face, how my memory hurts.