Battle Undone
By Kaoss
Death take me and be swift.
One wearies and has no strength of limbs.
Mercy not needed, asked for or begged,
What's been done has been done.
No forgiveness can be won.
Cut the throat, burn the heart,
Ashes in silver, no return to the march.
The war is over race not won.
Place the soulless body
Out in the sun.
No farewell howl. No chant of the dead.
Make certain to sever the head.
Please heed this cry for release.
One wearies from fighting
This wasting disease.
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