The final shot

Battle weary but trying still

the soldier’s looking for the kill,

he stands up tall and takes his aim

unable now to remember his name,

as blood it pours from his wounds

the soldier rises from his tomb,

a deathly cry shoots from his lips

his blood is spilled and no more drips,

his lifeless body on the ground

the battlefield exhales no sound.

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