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Hand forced to dispense the end

Orders of ruined amends

Longed for something ideal

Warfare becoming too real

Carried away by the stream

Dying for other mens dreams

Blood laid out for the course

Attaining heaven by force

can you hear it? above gunfire?

a mournful gospel sung by mortars

can you see it? through their smoke?

my elegy written in dirt

cannon fodder pounds the gate

death that need not have been

smothered wails through carbine

martial music guides no one home

“Hear my call

Burn it all”