Acrostic: March In Step

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We marched off one by one,

At the sound of the trumpet,

Rigorous battle caused some to fall,

In that sand filled hell,

Shuttling in more and more,

Ha! Laughing at the thought of,

Eternal torture that will soon come,

Life of ours hangs by a thread,

Let us march on to our death.

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