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Tonight's the night,

This dismal rise,

I cross my heart,

And hope to die!

Same desire - different day!

A failure once - foreseen again!

Torn betwixt - a guilted mire!

The great crawl - our only end!

Held up again,

Caught beneath the glow,

Their eyes like daggers,

Their reaper bestowed!

Same desire - different day!

A failure once - foreseen again!

Torn betwixt - a guilted mire!

The great crawl - our only end!

Held no quarter - all received!

Thoughts like flame - the burning fatigue!

They will remember - my final stand!

The first to fall - the last of the dead!

I have found (a) respite,

In the cold of the day,

Where winter's winds may still - steal their lives away!

What choice - is there to be?

When you are swallowed - into the dirt?

My God will spare me,

In the afterlife!

Will yours not bid you suffer?

Pull away from his gaze!

What choice - is there to be?

When you are one - with the cold, dead, Earth!