Ξ today i die Ξ

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Winter breeze

Rolling by,

Rounded hills

Reaching high.

Endless clouds

Fill the sky

And my only thought 

Is, 'Today I die.'


Artillery fire

Cracks the air,

While dirt and shrapnel

Fly everywhere.


The screams and cries

Of our men are heard

By those who live

And still fight for the bird.


But the winter breeze

Keeps rolling by,

The souls of my men

Flying ever high,

The endless clouds

Of smoke fill the sky

And with one last glance

At my men, I die. 

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