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Corroding Soldiers

Standing helplessly in a line,
proud and eager, feeling fine,
The blood they lost was never found,
there's no more blood to go around.

To share the life, to invoke death,
To share a wife with a horrible breath,
To change your future, make the kills,
dark depression, take the pills.

Memories of lives that ended,
Frowning now, you feel offended,
maybe were they just and right,
but did they really need the fight ?

Dirty shoes, and cold blue scars,
A tear is falling when you look the the stars,
Remembering the friends you once lost,
like corroding soldiers, death at no cost.

Poetry by Eron Olivier Braden
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Written on 2006-03-21 at 11:06

Tags War  Military  Dark 

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!

the images you have created in this.....
i'm speechless.

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