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the soldiers rise again
Contributed by
ponyboy
on
Monday, 24th November 2003 @ 12:25:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
war
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I was just a hometown boy
Then they shipped me to nam and I became coy
Help the wounds in my head
And tell my friends not to come when they're dead
Something has got to give me a new edge
I can't watch anyone else walk off a ledge
I wrap another coffin in blue,white, and red
Tell my friends not to come when they're dead
I've got to storm the fields
So I can't believe death is always what a bullet yields
I gather my dead friends and they reak of blood and meds
Tell my friends not to come when they're dead.
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2003-11-24 00:25:27] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: the soldiers rise again
(User Rating: 1 ) by Undeadsuperstar on
Monday, 24th November 2003 @ 01:46:53 AM AEST (User
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Beautiful, especially the repeating last line in each stanza. It makes me think of a man waking up in a sweat rememberingdead friends who haunt his dreams. The images are really good too, brings the atrocities to life. |
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