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My crisis wasn't over

Fighting was hard

I lay in the trench

With dead mud on my head

Waiting for the enemy

To come to bay



My fake comrades

Making fate seem bearable

We fight together

With laughs in our heads

But deep in our hearts

We have lost



And so much for the 51st devision

With deep saught redemption

As the head command

Send of the order

For us to advance

On the innocents to die



We stained the mud

With our unheeded destruction

A landmark to be filled

With the blood of others

Mark be my words

We are not for the gates



As we reached the heartsend

The rain beat harder

And we looked at our damage

To know we were done

The seed was sown

And we have violated saints



In a private mourning

For those we killed

A rogue explosion

Went through my gut

And I fell to the ground

Seeing the past



My crisis wasn't over

Fighting was hard

I lay in the trench

With dead mud on my head

Waiting for the enemy

To open the gates...