Category : Poems
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It bleeds into my soul, as I walk onto the field bearing the stench of blood and death.
I look to my sides, as I see my brethren lay on the ground motionless.
No breath from their lungs and no beating heart.
Only one accursed symbol left to see, in the waning of the last storm clouds.
A flagpole planted in the earth broken, and the flag soiled into the muddy earth.