My ears have heard
The cries of man.
Their blood was shed
Onto my pale hands.
My eyes have seen
Countless falls,
But none compare
To the worst of all.
Ive felt the pain
Of a million stabs,
Whenever a friend has fallen,
Or when a soldier has.
The sky bleeds red,
A soldier cries,
The ground, stained red
Full of dreamers whove died.















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