Lots cast; fates sealed,
Wandering men fearlessly tread,
Into Death's sweet embrace.
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A Soldier Marches
PoetryThere comes a time when Men need, for their own self-preservation, to say no. A poem and its explanation. Touches on a man in war. The 26th of July year 2017. Written on a gloomy Wednesday evening.
Verse 1
Lots cast; fates sealed,
Wandering men fearlessly tread,
Into Death's sweet embrace.
