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Finding Death

I lay there just waiting, waiting to die
dead bodies a mangle upon the trench floor
a mixture of mud and blood
a stagnet lake, in which we try
to survive, although we'd rather die
the smell of death, the rain of shells,
i close my eyes, last theing to hear
the bombs, the anguish, and the moans of those dead

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