April 10th
If death should come - then make it swift
To be spared of this horror would be god’s gift
We fight in the sand, make steps in the mud
Scars in our hearts and covered in blood
We swing our swords using all our might
Smoke and blood hindering our sight
I tread on the bodies of those I call kin
Then question myself for doing such sin
If we win we lose but we must prevail
But will I ever lose this guilt or lose my scowl.
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