With Blistered Feet
O night sky and falling stars
Allow a wish unto me
With sunken eyes and trembling heart
With blistered feet do I plead
Find he who trampled these fields
So filled and fueled by greed
And curse the sword he wields
Thus his corpse the vultures feed
These willing men who battled he
Deserved not their pain
They tilled and grew these seeds
Their actions done in vain
For who has torn this land apart?
And left naught but debris?
O night sky and falling stars
With blistered feet do I plead
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