SOLDIER
There I stand all alone,
Roaring winds, dusty leaves-
holding in trembling hands
the ruins, through fine sieves.
The barren below me-
I am liberated, am free!
Brother, you are my target,
stand still, let me murder-
Deadly, bloody, violent our fame.
we create... go no further.
The ruddy pools flank me,
I am fearless, am free!
In a hellish place at last,
Perhaps some peace we get-
Frustrating, this hollow peace
of searching hopelessly, no outlet.
The wreck less carnage surrounds me-
I am hopeless, am free!
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