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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I felt his breath leave the battle field as bayonet pierced his heart. The surprise of death lay in his eyes his blood poured warmth upon my hands, anointing my soul with his. His flow of life will find the earth to merge with victims past and another ghost will follow me, shouting for my demise. This lowly man who took the shilling as Judas took his thirty, now looks across this no man’s land for this corruption belongs to me. Beneath this mud lies the dreams of men the commandments of life, now lost within these decaying bones for this war has silenced them. And up above heaven receives the righteous who take their place, but the blood of my victims are now a moat and I would surely drown. The dreams I have taken will guard the gates while angels turn their back to me. I am the soldier who orchestrates the kill my sins can wait in heaven. The Holy Ghost can watch his time for I am Lord this day. It takes a soldier to humble the gods for their power lies with me a solitary man who has done his duty. So God, send your laurels to me. I am one of millions Destined to be forgotten But men were born with tears our tears will match any storm that you can send For we are the battle and death is our destiny We who feed this barrage of blood now fear the morning mist rise? For this grey belongs to dead men’s dreams, their sweet stench a reminder of what’s to come. For tomorrow, I will be one of them. Bury me deep God must not find me Anonymity will be my peace Only Mother, will remember me.
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