The Iron Tank
1.
The cold touch of steel masonry
it's violent barrage of iron shell
and the crashing thunder with raining shrapnel
2.
The rain, the mud, and bloody terrain
swiftly it crashes through the enemy lines
with it, a swarm of bayonets and steel helmets
3.
Piles of broken bone and empty artillery
raging inferno's and gray smog
bloody bodies and a white flag
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