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The blood we shed,
the battles we fight-
staining the air red,
we take our right.
To make up for the battlefield's soil
the rest of our lives we toil.
In peace we pray the souls rest,
while we carry out humanity's brutal test.
We all failed -
to say this would suffice
for those to the hell who trailed
from the test would never again rise.



Ongoing books - A Hundred Petals
 -Grave Ashes