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The weary man lays against the sands,
Staind with the blood of the unfocused man.
His dreams now shattered from his bloodsoaked banter,
Never had he dreamed he'd witness his blood flow smooth like plaster.
Around he searches with eyes unfocused,
For his friends whom in his eyes desert him.
His world starts to fade as memories take its place,
On a battlefield he wished to escape.
The sand now rusted from the young mans carcass,
Memories of his beloved stay unfocused.
Never again to see her face,
To taste her sweet nectar of her undying innocence.
The soldier coughs and chokes as his reath quickens,
His final moments as one of the living.
Gunshots firing and bullets flying,
Explosions no longer of his concern.
His fading moments,
His dying focus.
An unknown soldiers is he now,
And all he will ever be.