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Shot down

Caught by the enemy

Tendons cut

Nowhere to run

Tossed away

Left to die on a pile

With the stench of burnt bone and steel

They need more bodies

For trenches of blood

It's been decided

They want more blood

These horrors brought into life

Blood tactics drawn by a knife

Heads lined up on a pike

Want it

Need it

Blood

Captive of war

Now there's not much more left of me

Nailed to a wall for all to see

Torrent of pain

As they drain out the life from me

Another ditch full of blood