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Senseless death covers the field of battle
Lead to their end, like a herd of cattle.
For Eons we place our fallen in their grave..
They were strong, and brave, their duty is
to save.... 

Rain washes their blood to the sea, crimson 
Waters flows in the tide, a hope that vanished
Far and wide.. there is a misplaced honor on
Either side..
To kill or be killed, it's now about survival, not
The Generals Pride..

No soldier stands, their Life slips away into the
Sands. Be it Jungle,  or coastal reef, the waging 
Battle was the thief....
Look to lost, and won to see civilization can come 
Undone... In War nothing is won..
 



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