No shooting on may third

The aiming of the cast iron

gun barrel

Brought a sting trough his heart

No, not meeting the same fate

like the others

The strangers

The godless

The everlasting dead

Just a simple gasp escaped

his mouth trough bloodless lips

The soldiers couldnt care less

Better him and not mine

◄ No Passchendaele

No fosfor ►


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