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Marching on through the night

Spirits now are weak

Mortar fire wails and cries

Leading us to peace

An eruption sounds

We’re knocked to the ground

Hearts pounding through our ribs

Rising up, eyes covered in blood

I see bodies writhe and cry

Blood flowing through my hands

The body loses heat

He was slashed through the chest

Still the bullets call and reap

Viscera coats our lives

All men here are doomed

A feast for the flies

Skinless bodies knee high

Fortune shines when you die

Those eyes haunt my every thought

Peering through the void

Mind’s in pain, with their screaming, in vain

Now in the dirt they rest

Yet I continue on, life broken and gone

When every year we march

And people cheer us, proud

But I still wonder why