There is no surrender.
Only death.
He stands in front of the soldier's eyes.
Brave men and women dignified.
Stand strong as mighty force.
With support of world.
No dishonour in death.
Death is a callous foe.
Rips the hearts from all he knows.
Encounters many.
Far too many.
Screaming wind blasts.
Swearing in altered tongues.
Guns fire rampant volleys.
Caught another soul.
The final curtain call.
Parting heavens gate.
A pure soul enters.
Removed from life in one fleeting moment.
A tragedy of honest youth.
As his comrades play the last salute.
A volley in his honour.
This young mans.
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By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
There is no surrender.
Only death.
He stands in front of the soldier's eyes.
Brave men and women dignified.
Stand strong as mighty force.
With support of world.
No dishonour in death.
Death is a callous foe.
Rips the hearts from all he knows.
Encounters many.
Far too many.
Screaming wind blasts.
Swearing in altered tongues.
Guns fire rampant volleys.
Caught another soul.
The final curtain call.
Parting heavens gate.
A pure soul enters.
Removed from life in one fleeting moment.
A tragedy of honest youth.
As his comrades play the last salute.
A volley in his honour.
This young mans.
Last Post!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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