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Glare in the end of dark tunnel
Light dances on rough surfaces
of their pale skin
They could not remember
how travel to distant lands
lead them here
They could not grasp the brightness

Blinding rays of white light
So warm it tingles
every slowly moving limb
So bright
darkness turns into blinding light

In horror they awake
to deafening sound of explosion
To face torment
beyond imagination
Cruel world of final hours

There used to be
fanfare ringing in their ears
Flags flying high in breeze
Proud men side by side
storming to victory after another

In horror they live through
dismay of ultimate pain
Facing torment beyond imagination
Cruel world of final hours

Now only sadness filled their eyes
when they saw color of
lifelessness
take over their limbs
Sacrifices all too great
if only one to ride to triumph
was death itself

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