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Battle Field

The enemies swords

Cut and cut again

The smell of cordite

Brought me to my knees

I said please

Don’t you remember

The words I said

I bled out for you

That is not true

Best put aside, laid to rest




I said no!

Your wounds will heal

That’s the deal

We patch you up

And you can fight

With what you steal

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