battlefield awash with blood pieces of flesh hanging of their bodies of conquest death looms over a field of war men battle back and forth arrows skewer eyes and bare flesh on this place of death swords clash sword come back and high, then bites deep into armour that crumbles as if made of leather on this place of death back and forth a battle rages just one or the other to gain a foot and lose two on this place of death the stupidity of man to turn to war when other options are at hand to stop a conflict becoming out of hand on this place of death on a battlefield of death.
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