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Dec 2010
Obelisk of black, shades in all directions;
death's become a knack, creatures void affection.
Blood is all about, with battle raging on;
soldiers absent doubt, will never be withdrawn.

Glory still fleeting, tales were never told;
pointlessly repeating the wars of new and old.
Written by
John Hosack
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