

An Arbitrary EndWhen all the fun doth end, Our own destruction will depend, On what we have and what we owe, Where we are and where we'll go, For the fire of our souls will forever cease to glow.An Arbitrary End


See Description for titleA Battle On the Beach, A Death Is Felt By Each I am weary of my crying, I am done with this sorrow, Too many people are dying,See Description for title
and I may not be alive tomorrow, I grab my rifle tiredly sighing, The hatches open and shrapnel starts flying.
I get a foothold in the sand, Many bodies float in the water, On this beach we'll make a stand,
Sacrificing our lives to end this slaughter, The enemies are falling by our hand as paratroopers begin to land, The battle is nearly over and Death is
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