The Toughest Choice

The sun shines a bloody red

The realization of, have been misled

Flooding emotions of villainy and betrayal

It began with best intentions, ships sail

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The field decorated with havoc and carnage

Hundreds of decaying corpses dumped in the ridge

Weeks; maggots and worms wiggle in rotting flesh

Once great men, now how worthless did Man look burnt into ash?

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A squawking dark raven peaks at a raw eyeball

Under hundreds of corpses, warms, and maggots; no one hears the call

The countless wiggling of moist bodies of the worms, grows maddening

Images of all these men who made widows, is saddening

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Sounds of shovels, digging into the earth, burying the hellish ridge

A king of Man, erases all memory of these noble men, forgotten carnage

Men who fought for their home, family, and country; for dirt.

Men who are thrown away as though they were garbage; in the place of their birth.

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“I love you, but I must go,” he said to his crying wife

The image playing a million times as he felt the knife

Buried in a mass grave with his brothers-in-arms, he lays

Worthless? Or the bravest? Defending his home, his land, the earth, making it rich as his body decays as it dies.

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The field where that man died has become the most beautiful of all.

The army of men have each a soul, energy, which makes it beautiful over all.

Behind what we are able to see, he has returned to the celestial stream.

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Most grand of all! He chose… to wake up from this dream.