Almost One Ago
Blood has been spilled
Wounds cry out
Relief is never found
Men inside shallow graves
Deaf to any sound
Burning flames lick the wounds
Many among the dead
Troops of headless soldiers
Laying all around
Those among the living
Cry out for some relief
Tortured all in hiding
From fear they run, none free
Help arrives for no one
Like from the pit of hell
Riddled with the shrapnel
Weapons deemed to kill
For those among survivors
There is no place to dwell
The life once lived and once enjoyed
Forever gone, farewell
Picking up the pieces to start life a new
For these it’s not an option
Peace for them is thru
Only hope that does remain
If death will be their friend
Ending pain and suffering
There is no God for them
What a way to live a life
What a way to go
Living in the town
Called Almost Once Ago
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