Prepare for the spoils of war, when first you plan to strike Success it shall be measured, death of friend and foe alike Horrific events unfold, body counts untold Graves not dug one at time, but many massive holes Gather limbs and body parts and do your best to match them Guard the pit and mind the stench from pilferers and watch them Do your best to match them Numbered stakes in random rows identify the nameless Flower, wreath and garland tribute, but who lies below this? Who lies below this? Beware the spoils of war, when first you plan to strike Success shouldn’t be measured by stench of loss of life Horrific events unfold within tranquility Graves should be excavated in singularity In singularity