Unequivocal Uncertainty (23:2)
By aardvark1500
Fri, 07 Nov 2008
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Understanding chaos fills my brain,
But my physical presence does not feel my pain,
As I gaze over maps of uncharted waters,
To remember the birth of the deadly slaughters,
The time, in my mind, is clearly clouded,
With many memories openly shrouded,
But those who were walking, the living dead,
As the arrows to the hungry soldiers were fed,
The last cry heard; from a young man,
“Abandon all hope or get help if you can”,
“Now we attack”, commanded our lord,
“For those who dissent will die by my sword”,
So now, in green pastures, I will demise,
For refusing orders from burning eyes,
I depart because of his former glory,
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
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