Brutal trench battle
Brutal trench battle
I am only 18, a young yearning lad
In battle I killed a man today, bashful does that make me lawfully bad
Now living day to day, guilt-ridden and far from being gay
Over the trench, not one hurried soul will less haphazardly reach a finish line
I wish it were me to just jadedly enjoy my time
You’ll forget me if I go, so for remembrance you’ll put on a show
We lived in fear and pitiful pain, where for a general it is all to gain
The fields did turn blood-red, but a new chapter so enough sorely said
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