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Choking clouds of death

Drift across the land

Mustard gas burns lungs, blisters flesh, ends life

Grotesque spasms

Wrenching up blood

Thousands lay dead in the trenches

Soldiers drive forth

Break through the lines

Strongholds have fallen

Many more to die

Stalemate broken

Anthem for doomed youth

Testament to man's greed

Bloody mud clogged with death

Gears of war grind poor souls

Anthem for doomed youth

Testament to man's greed

Pulverize human flesh

Trenches filled with dying souls

Accepting death without question

Years shall pass by

Will we learn?

Are we so blind to such waste?

Will we ever learn from the past?

Pain, misery, death, suffering