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Marching in line to their graves

wondering when they'll be saved

thousands of sons, in the sun

blistering skin - exhaustion

-Breaking away, their sanity

march them to their graves-

-Eating away, as they decay

walking in their graves-

Break them of their spirits

Make them wish to not exist

They are all taking their last breaths

Let them beg for a swift DEATH

Strip those bastards of their wretched souls

Dishonor is the toll they

Pay with their lives

prey to the knives

sticking out their throats

All of their pain

their guilt and shame

is how we'll cope

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