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Jan 2011
Explosions utter the final cry
From those who must fall down and die

Hatred be in the hearts of those
Who lay their bodies before the crows

Burning churches and broken homes
A million names on millions of stones

Let dark crash over and tumble about
Let whispers win and ignore the shout

Throw up your hands, oh valiant one!
Know tears that show the battle is won

Nightly prince comes for the dead
That crown of bones upon his head

Yesterday they spoke and thought
Today their mouths fill with rot

The royal sacrifice that means so little
The burning corpses becoming brittle

Please say a prayer for those long gone
For they are forgotten with the dawn

And weep for the soldiers of tomorrow
Who will bring their mothers sorrow

Blackened sun over dark red sky
Close your eyes, whisper 'goodbye'
I support our troops
Molly Grace
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