War In the Trenches
I awake but was truly dazed.
I'm fumbling now through debris.
As they land now with gentle thuds.
Be it I might have gone deaf I was still unfazed.
This fight might be my last fight I will not flee.
I run through these mazes, I see men die, another rose, buds.
To me the world all but seemed quite solemn.
The men under me don't understand my plea.
My gun seems to have no effect am I shooting duds?
But as my men died I did my best to slalom.
But this story isn't nice I still ended up with the spuds.
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