Inside this stomach hollow, pulses of the skull drumming
to a strong military beat, inside these temple burning.
Where is the guilt of angers heat, inside this feeling of exhaustion.
No tears can bring it forth that’s the grief of this position.
Tears can make the eyelids swell and old age comes in a moment.
No guilt can come from a hollow place, no peace to end this torment.
Crows feet walk around my eyes, my face as white as lightening.
It’s Just like my rage in battles heat, when my muscles were tightening.
Calmness may come in the cold night air, but this cannot last forever.
I am alone as we all are alone but we will fight tomorrow together.
How came we to this awful place what made us come this way.
Did some God make us come and has some Devil made us stay.

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