THE FALLEN
We step carefully gently over the fallen
They do not stir from their eternal sleep
At one time, brave and true, now they rot
Decaying as all of God's creations do
Never again to rise up to defend their homeland
Majestic flags unfurl in the warm wind
Blowing across their countrymens' soil
Soil enriched by their soldier's blood
Flowing across land tracts forever dedicated to their deaths
Families yearning to bring back their beloveds, but
Our shoes fill with God's miltary nectar as
We stop and bid one final farewell
And march away arm in arm with our comrads
Lusting to take our place among the fallen
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