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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

I came out

Blood oozed

No doubt of that

And weak

from the blows

I had taken

I picked up a sword

The word was out

He is in slaying mood

Lets watch

I carved and cut

And from where I stood

many lay dead

I could smell the death

With each breath I took

Don’t look away now

What else we can unearth

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