1917.

When we locked on eye side i did see
empty fields soldiers buried trenches
built with great understanding of madness
felt up close and personal over the top
whistle there you go dodge that bullet
Mud rain shelling is this what we are telling
small children growing up without father
brother uncle war kills without any form of thruth
lost souls shell-shocked cry scream claw their way
back to a peaceful asylum mental collapse nerves broken.
 
 

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