Let fallen soldiers from hell
cross the bridge and help desiccate
the remaining flesh we hold on to.
Dawn, for unnumbered ages
would deprive us the will to heal
and these rotten bones of the living
continues to bear this curse.
For tenfold decades our souls will irk
as it exponentially grows, never ending...
until all we have is nothing
and the memento of the past
commits suicide!
March 21, 2012 (training Rm 10)
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