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Nov 2017
Time to die
Into the black
Going forward
No turning back

Shattered bones
Streams of red
we the sacrificed
We're blindly led

I had no religion
I had no flag
I had no poppies
In my body bag

Time to die
Into the black
No more going forward
I cannot turn back

Obituary in tutorials
Named on memorials
There's no glory in war
Just death.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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     Toriana and lavendersky
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