The Pains of War

The Pains of War is daunting on the soul
the battlefield makes everyone a cog
look through your books boys and rest in your logs
remember hide your holes like a mole
the ones who favor war ends in pain
the slain will be remembered in the morn
once the morning strikes the cogs will be born
some faces of cogs will cry like rain
one day the rain will clear up to see lights
once that occurs the war is not over
there other one Skirmish that begins in one's mind
The people can't comprehend one's mind state
the mental state of the cog can't show for
His actions the night ends up the day wait.

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