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THE SMELL OF BLOOD RISES IN MY THROAT A BILE
DEAD BODIES CAN BE SEEN ALL AROUND IN PILES
THE DARK SKY TESTIFIES TO THE HORRENDOUS SIGHT
THIS TINTED GROUND A PLACE FOR THE BASELESS FIGHT
THE SIGHT MAKES MY SKIN CRAWL
OF WHAT USE WAS THE BRAWL
NOW WIDOWS CRY IN AGONY
OF WHAT USE IS THIS PONY
IN THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT THE MIGHTY CONFER
ALL IN HASTE TO THEIR VICTORY CONFIRM
EAGER TO SHARE THE LOOTS OF WAR
LESS CONCERNED ABOUT THE AFTERMATH OF THE WAR
