Buried Beyond Glory
You have touched the underbelly of hells rancid corpse.
You held onto fleeting moments of insanity for the sheer joy of it.
You stepped through yourself to embrace your own decadence and decay.
You have known no greater sacrifice than if you laid your own seed
at the altar.
You have seen compassion in pain and felt nothing in return.
You walk where others were so many times before
and so shall be again.
You die within no morale code or wanting for even strength to care.
You know only one master whose wrath holds no mercy .
You have seen his sickle swing wide and true for all of you.
You fear his cold touch yet surviving almost as much.
You offer it all to those who know not,
yet praise u with easy candor.
They call you hero and more without a notion
of the absurdity of it all.
You are the warrior, the last to fall the first to die
for a politicians lie.
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