It was dark in the mountains of Sollum
Near Benghazi close by the sea
And the shadows of early September
They cling to the dark Euka tree

The night fell softly around us
The dunes brought a cool restful peace
The skies list their Orange-bursting thunder
As the shell-fire would finally cease

Our dead,(yes alas there were many)
Burning on with a smell oh so foul
Was mixed with the odor of dying
And the final expelling of bowel

We waited,(we numbered just five now)
Of the hundred that came to this place
While a victory we never doubted
It's now bitter finish we face

Our names and this battle forgotten
Again 'neath the soft desert moon
A lover and there his beloved
They rest by the old Moorish ruin

The desert will cover our presence
In less than a lifetime or so
O'er our graves the Bedouin wanders
And the laboring caravans go

your words has just went around saying your life away.  just say nothing cause when the ******* have taken every thing? all that left was my trust of your. your life is nothing but worthless lies that only make my anger stair right threw you.
your lies are just shatter'd lies

your voice is sollum by your voice says nothing but your own truth you dig your own grave.


i have been told lies have only took lives to there own death.


my friend you have tryed to guid me well but the ******* lies when you leave this town.


i thought you could trust but i have vanished into the deepest part of the shadows.


your words have only hurt me but my voice says i have healed and i dont have to care.