Poems

Battles are won, blood has been shed, yet what are they for?
is it not, for the brave of heart, the soul of valor in which they fight.
The country, their home, bounded with a seal of lore,
yet the answer in which I seek, can not be attained with might.
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When souls are tired, their bodies part, leaving them from mortality
as they venture on into another world, their loved ones cry for them
But this I tell you, accidents happen, and this causes fatality
it is not your fault for they have died, do not be condemned
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