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An errie silence breaks your tension

Not even the cold rain pulls you out of your heart stated Dimension

And in this silence

A moment

A moment, to remember and to question

To remmember a day where the was no violence

The aroma of queen anne's lace blomming in the spring

Leaving behind this God forsaken dream



Here the body's pile

Here God shakes his head in denile

Here men, are few to smile

Here I cluctch my cold metal rifle



Noise embodies the qiuet

The guns fire

Your enemies hand pulls the trigger

Put you head down, you better think quicker



A war

A soultion

An end to the dispute

Where's your voice

It's screaming in the trenches



It makes me sick

But dont worry I've got a friend

He dosen't move

Or talk much

But he brings along a company of critters

Rotting in the soil

I get to slowly watch

I see the colour of green he becomes more everyday

I see the worms crawling through his eyes

What fine chambermaids



In his decaying hands

A photo

His daughter

The purity in the dark

The angel whose eyes stare into my heart

Every minute

I see her tears

She knows

I should be dead not that father of hers





The war kills

It takes all that we came with

Sanity, two legs and sight

But it will never kill me

For 1916, will be the date I never leave

On the shores of Glace Bay

In the topplings mountains

In those glorious summer warm days

My mind will be the trenches

With my friend

who waits, and warms the bloody benches