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Sat 22/05/04 at 11:44
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"SOUP!"
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The scorched sulphur acid splats melt chaotically down its filthy clay edges, dribbling the tart scent of blood down its rugged walls. The gap yawns wide like a tired mouth with barbed wire teeth. Blood swills the men; knee deep, and crimson stains khaki and green. Rifles held above heads, “Keep them dry”, your gun your only ally in this time of desperation. A steel rain of gunfire brings panic in the trench; shells spitting, grenades splitting, fire torturing amongst tears. Folded flags sent home to families of fallen friends. Machine guns pumping bullets rhythmically into their fallen foe, wrought iron air raid shelters melted in napalms soothing glow.

Dead soldiers drift across the battlefield, whilst families mourn their loss. Replacing absent soldier’s souls with a lone Victoria Cross.
Lies cannot replace the loss of causalities of battle. But now ten thousand poppies grow, amongst peacefully grazing cattle.
The trench is long gone and barbed wire vanished, but the past will not forget the lives lost, befouled, tarnished.
Sat 22/05/04 at 11:47
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Are you Roger Waters?
Sat 22/05/04 at 11:44
Regular
"SOUP!"
Posts: 13,017
The scorched sulphur acid splats melt chaotically down its filthy clay edges, dribbling the tart scent of blood down its rugged walls. The gap yawns wide like a tired mouth with barbed wire teeth. Blood swills the men; knee deep, and crimson stains khaki and green. Rifles held above heads, “Keep them dry”, your gun your only ally in this time of desperation. A steel rain of gunfire brings panic in the trench; shells spitting, grenades splitting, fire torturing amongst tears. Folded flags sent home to families of fallen friends. Machine guns pumping bullets rhythmically into their fallen foe, wrought iron air raid shelters melted in napalms soothing glow.

Dead soldiers drift across the battlefield, whilst families mourn their loss. Replacing absent soldier’s souls with a lone Victoria Cross.
Lies cannot replace the loss of causalities of battle. But now ten thousand poppies grow, amongst peacefully grazing cattle.
The trench is long gone and barbed wire vanished, but the past will not forget the lives lost, befouled, tarnished.

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