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The Soldiers
The soldiers in the dusk of winter
Patrol the blackened empty streets.
Picking up passersby’s one by one
Convincing them to join their hallowed ranks.
“Join or die” they say with bellyful laughs.
All drunken with lust and pain
There numbers grow with the night
Until the sun rises again to unveil
Their army of arrogance and anarchy.
The few who hide within the shadows of day
Bare witness to the crashing turn of the tides
Gazing perfectly at imperfect sights.
Alone they are in a city crowded
Colliding with the ghosts of yesterday.
