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I see them laying there,

Bodies upon Bodies,

Each calling for another bullet,

To release them from their dying moment.



The field amass with blood,

Bodies upon Bodies,

Like stepping-stones,

I walk across them,

Walking over hundreds of pasts,

To my future,

All those thoughts and memories,

Left to die.



It makes me sick,

Bodies upon Bodies,

Those young lives wasted,

I am ripe to die,

I'll wait for a bullet to pluck me,

But no more come.



I stand alone in the void,

Bodies upon Bodies,

Still hear voices calling,

Making me crazy,

They'll have their release,

Yet I still need mine,

Turn my gun on myself,

Then die.