the edges still sharp,to slash and dismember
wasted lives? or noble ends?-innocent victims,lay staring
troubled minds go over the edge,fall to the ground, and
are torn asunder....
battle weary patriots,in blood stained uniforms...
trading death with the enemy,in the volleying cannon
noble lives, with wasted ends-fates are controlled by
fragile lives,hang on delicate threads...
woven through hell-and cut short.
charging towards,the battlefront,..attacking underfire
injured soldiers in the aftermath,waiting in pain,to die!
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