Sitting outside in the cold wet mud,
Hearing footprints thud and thud,
Hearing the cry if men who die,
Watching the spider eat the fly,
Bang bang gotthe guns,
Listening to helpless men run,
Bullets of death fly in the air,
Killing them cold, leaving them bare,
Blaze of bullets,
Small rusted golden nuggets,
Coming in all shapes and sizes,
Receiving them like painful surprises,
I want...
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