The shoreline sounds a false retreat, as the masses scream and then repeat.

"Dust off that fear boy! Get on your feet!"; held fast from signalling defeat.

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Storm forth to witness sights untold, as the clashing shades crack to mosaic.

Will you be haunted when you're old? Will what you've done keep you awake?

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Pretend to see some greater purpose, or the lives of those beyond your own.

Repent against the violent surplus; though have you all but reaped and sown?

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Collect what courage may be left, then believe that some was ever there.

Command the thought of being bereft; imagine, if you'd ever dare.

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As blood wets sand and rounds connect, you breathe your last straight through your chest.

A life not lived and a family wrecked; too soon this child was forced to rest.

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"This memory earns immense respect" they say, "This soldier gave his utmost best".

They speak as though they were in the fray, not wasting lives at their behest.

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Not long after, their leaders meet, to end the conflict and deceit

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but;

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the shoreline will sound a false retreat, the masses will scream, and then repeat.