Our slack, aching, ape-jawed overlords
bringing forth our great demise
with soldier demons' invasive tongues
Licking dirt that we despise
As we lay on broken backs
staring at the weeping skies
Watching, as if in hazy dream
Minds diseased, too numb to scream
as poison tears form in the Hag's old eyes
Who, then
raises himself up
and staggers to his friend?
And cups his head,
with gentle kiss,
escorting him to his end?
I will stand, on broken leg
and fight as best i can
For I may lose, and share our fate
but will have died for Man
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