Upon the Battlefield

Upon the battlefield
I hear his piercing cry of pain.
These sounds, they stab my soul
Again and again…

As bloody bayonets
Spear pure hearts of truth.
While the bullets fall like rain
And men fall on Death’s fatal tooth.

And as the venom spreads
Throughout these poor mens’ minds,
It poisons their courage
And with fear it sorely blinds
The love that brought them there…

And slowly the darkness binds
Their lifeless bodies with care,
Into the ground where
They were left behind.

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