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Shrouded by the falling dust

The wounded kneel in pain

Some languishing in languid lust

Some try to rise in vain

All stained by another's blood

Swept up in their first flash flood

Even the strong are without strength

The powerful are powerless

Each new and painful movement

Uses muscles long unused

Each fresh and frightening moment

Rubs salt into open wounds

Every sinking stumbling step

Brings us closer to our ends

Every bleeding foot ensnared

Can this path lead anywhere?