I glance at the young solidiers left and right, out on the battlefield thier doom Awaits the comes we charge shouting at the top of our lungs
Instantly many of my friends are cut down
In the tangle of thorns
In sheer panic I hack at the stems of the plant but no matter how many I cut
More grow
Before my eyes
filling the swathes of destruction we wreak
An impenetrable barrier of curved plants'teeth
Slashing through
The bodies of my friends
A sudden pain and I realise I shall never see another morning
as my berry red blood slowly seeps into the soil
I think 'what madness is this'
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