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Hero's Death

A hero’s bloody wasted death A lonely cold stony grave Our hero became the bullets slave Shown no mercy from faceless gunfire Just doing his job with honour and dedication The career he desired without limitation War is a ritual of certain death How was he to know that this War would be his final breath

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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