The end
No never
Battlefield scorched black
My soul to send
Forever
To eternity and back
My boots
Crush dust, and sand
My face so scarred
People loot
Take in said land
One by one I bombard
A husband lay
Locket in hand
Eyes still with frozen fear
There a menace is fray
Ripping locket with demand
Menace now bloody with tears
A soldier kind
Bullet in head
My friend before death
A grave I will...
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