An alone walked the one, who had survived the war
He wished as well, to be one with the dead
To be in company of lost friends, than with their memory live on
To walk over dead flesh, smell blood, hear pain
There is no greater curse, than walk out of a war
No bath will wash away, the sin of lives snatched
Not this lifetime, when you will sleep in peace again
He sat down to meditate, this warrior war-worn
Not to sleep was this life, only death would close his eyes
While fires with dead ablaze, the ones inside subsided
A fresh breeze blew again, while his breath slowed down
A mountain was this veteran, steadfast to his cause
Not question why he did this, just live and then be gone
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