Hell of War

[Deciviel]

Sadistic games of macabre's whims
Leaves soldiers to die to demon hymns.
An inferno of pain encompasses their hearts,
Constricting their souls as their death journey starts.

Rat-ridden trenches, filth-ridden stenches,
Suffering men, blood and mud they're drenched in.
Sweat and tears bathe dirt caked grimaces,
Their courage wanes and their will diminishes.

The enemy far beyond the ridge yonder,
"What are they going through?" Their minds wonder.
"Does this grim scene extend to their front?
Is to be able to go home the only thing they want?"

No way to tell, as they're forced into the fray,
Uncertain if they'll ever see another day.
WIll this departing sun be the last of their life,
Does its reflection gleam brightly on Death's cold scythe?

Battered and beaten, they still put up a fight,
As the onslaught continues into the night.
Shells and shrapnel pierce their skin,
As brothers die, men who are like kin.

Dawn approaches, and it's a horrible sight
As the remnants remain of the anguishing night.
The sun rises into the cloudless sky,
While the men who remain only wish they could die.

[Starbuck]

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