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I felt the hate tear through me,

fading in and out, is this to be?

Draining blood, I'm out of fight,

I might not make it through this night.

Then it hits, I scream out for help,

"Medic!” is all I can yelp.

It burns; it turns, what is this place,

where I find my heart out of pace?

Hold it in, and close my eyes tight,

Too young to know I am no knight.

My thoughts race beyond the brim,

I don't want to meet Him!

I'm treading this fire, churning,

my end will numb this feeling.

I'm calling it out, I'm begging for help.

I know the answer, but I can't help myself,

I know His answer, but I can't help myself.

My last rites, I'm speaking,

He made a mistake, I'm hoping.

"Save me!" in vain I'm praying,

But I know there is no God coming.

I lay in this land, so far away from home,

Too late I've learned what was to come.

Wide awake, the world still fades away,

so much I'll never do, I die in dismay.

Let us not forget those who came,

and that war is not a game.

So many people made their stand,

so you could live a life that's grand.