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Erick Pratt May 2013
Men will fight for glory lost,
But live forever in holocaust.
Some will find their meaning to life.
Most will die in painful strife.

Pain! Pain! And dark blood stains cover the fields of glory.
Rain! Rain! Men fell like rain fighting on fields of glory.

Now the battle cry is heard.
Some will live, some won’t return.
Charging lines of men will find
That violence marks their end of time.

Pain! Pain! And dark blood stains cover the fields of glory.
Rain! Rain! Men fell like rain and litter the fields of glory.

A father, a son, a brother gone,
Torn away and made a pawn.
Mothers and children left alone,
Left with only empty homes.

Pain! Pain! Men died in vain, all on the fields of glory.
Pain! Pain! Too many were slain to bring to an end this story.

— The End —