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Apr 2015
The will is strong, but the world is relentless
The soldier takes a pill,
His time is long, but the world is endless
A body soon goes still,

Blood goes stale and the spirit leaves
And the people stare and nod
And the angel of life cries and grieves
And understands there is no God.
Everyone fights.
Written by
Arth  Sydney
(Sydney)   
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