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No flower
Nor wreath 
Shall those deceased 
Call to arms 

On unknown gravus
That cross the bows of scuttled ships
That sank before the powder mist

Kisses follies chance encountered 
Praying for an end to war
Could not save
Nor pebbles pave
The wanted loss

Etching towards the strike of bell's 
Spying on the conversation 
The felling leaves
Whisper when all is still
Underneath the Ravens bill
Where angels fear to shrill 

The hour's have been at hand
And there are no more conductors left
To lead the band
In the devil's symphony 
Art has met it's Waterloo 
And there are no bends
Along these trampled streets of woe

For fiend and foe to seek
No more tear's to leak
This is where humanity ends
Not in victory 
Forged in pity
The cost the living live to tell
But what is hell
And that remain

Shame shall place upon the face
And behind the eyes
The soul's of buried fallen dead
Whose family members lie in state
Resonate with diunified elegant poise
Though the noise on deaf ears fell
The hollow broken shell
Cried mother I will never see you again

And I never got to tell or show you how much I loved the
And I never will
Take my hand placed in yours
And keep me safe in mother's womb 
This is where I choose to place
My love upon your resting grace
So I never forget your face

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