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Beneath a sky of frozen lead

We march among the newly dead.

Abandoned here to take a stand,

Now blood conforms to foreign sand.

Mama, the mud has swallowed up my boots,

Frost has bitten through the roots.

They call us monsters, devils, thieves,

While autumn rots beneath the leaves.

No flesh to shield

Shivering bone,

Left in this wasteland all alone.

The shrapnel rains, the craters scream,

Letters home you'll never see,

Written in a waking dream.

The notepad speaks of a broken gun

And the black earth choking out the sun