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How To Die

Rating: 3.1

Dark clouds are smouldering into red
While down the craters morning burns.
The dying soldier shifts his head
To watch the glory that returns;
He lifts his fingers toward the skies
Where holy brightness breaks in flame;
Radiance reflected in his eyes,
And on his lips a whispered name.

You’d think, to hear some people talk,

That lads go West with sobs and curses,
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Tony Schmid 26 April 2006

I read this poem the first time after hearing a platoon mate...a good firend...a fellow soldier...killed himself in his barracks room. What an amazing...horrible...painful...atrocious...wasteful...pointless death. Dont forget about us out here.

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Well its over 02 April 2021

i think its over

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Jeff Barbrasonn 26 November 2020

This poem is as fat as my nan in the bath

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Bob the assassin 27 November 2019

i died inside long ago

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Electric Boogaloo 24 June 2019

Thanks I didn't know how to die

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Jakey 04 June 2019

OOOOOOGGGGGGAAA BBOOOOOGA EPIC GAMES

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