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Look through the horizon

of gunpowder and raised prairie

the stench in the air

is the odor of freedom

The darkened mystery around

is the site of unknown light

The values just like the crosses are inverted

Spirit of the unknown soldier

reborn through the flames

of the burning crest of the coat of arms

Wandering in the grounds of past battles

he drinks tepid water from the wells

he inhales deeply the smoke of cinders

and is able to breathe

The ground sinks

and he hears Death's command

and follows...