It’s that barren wasteland
We fear to despise.
The story of death,
Written out in your eyes.
Whether young or old,
There is no escape.
The ruthless machinations of man,
Leave our lives to fate.
Hatred surrounds us,
The ever‑festering wound.
Life flashes before our eyes,
As death waits to consume.
The tendrils of war
Weave a vicious web.
Our only reply;
Scream for the innocent dead.
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