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The battlefield was wrought with wasted bodies and fallen armor

The great war that was and is no longer.

We settle down here on our path to happiness

But i do not look at you

My eyes wander on to men ive never known

But i feel their dreams as if they were my own

And even though they are dead i hear their cry

The sound brings you ease as if taken by a lullaby.

I feel you damned me with their blood,

which was shed so many moons before my birth

Yet i feel it on my hands as i touch the Earth,

Wet and congealing as if it were yesterday these men had died.

Do not ask me if i had loved them, or if i love you now my sir

For all i feel is desperation and loss

And the pain of their end.

You smile, and nudge me closer to the warmth you offer

I wither at it

And wonder if i shall ever feel so warm again.

Your eyes reach out to mine, oh man of death

Who smiles at what was wrought on these men

You wonder what has caught me so rigidly in its grasp.

My eyes are distant and you feel it, as well as the ice in my fingers

Death has caught me

But not my own.

You wonder as this...surely you would see the mighty reaper taking me

But there is no tug no pull

All except the thousands of victims still launched in war,

pulling at me and dying

Begging praying.

I tug away from them, these forgotten wastrels of the otherworld

And tell you i am to be rid of the place

That i loathe its presence in our land.

But as you take my hand and we leave

I hear their calls...

And i think..

With all its glory and withering carnage

I feel no pity in for them

Only anger that in their years of after death they look to me for salvation.

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Become
15:09 Jan 12 2012

Well done. Thanks for sharing.

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