The candles burning dim
My fellows see no end
The darkness draws us in
But we can only pretend
I write this letter from hell
From where we’ve been condemned
This glorified agenda
Of which we did not intend
Waiting in the corner
Waiting for the time
The sound of an unholy whistle
Our death contracts had been signed
This burnt and crumbled plane
Of lost and broken souls
These murderous guns of pain
No resistance could uphold
All my comrades fell
Like a raging water fall
I only try to expel
The horrific thoughts that I store
A never ending plague no soldiers left unclean
All hopes had been diminished
And all thoughts of self esteem
two years had passed in time
Some so mentally impaired
Tormented every night
From my midsummer’s nightmare
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