Mud and Blood

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Who holds the line?

Loosely inspired by Im Westen Nichts Neues (All Quiet on the Western Front)

Ripped from the dirt, a farmer’s daughter turned prey
Conscripted to the fight, another bloody day
Rifle in my hands, a weight I never knew
A scared young soul, with nothing left to lose

Drill sergeant screams, his voice a thunderclap
Breaking down my spirit, shattering the map
Of the life I knew, the dreams I left behind
Now just a number, in a world unkind

Mud and blood, my new reality
Lost in the trenches, a twisted symphony
For king and country, they say we must obey
But in the face of death, what more can I say?

Shipped off to war, a distant barren land
Against the alien horde, a final stand
The ground trembles, explosions fill the air
Fear grips my heart, a heavy, crushing despair

Through smoke and fire, I charge with my squad
Brothers in arms, our spirits never trod
Bullets whizzing past, a chorus of deadly rain
In the name of honor, we’ll fight and die in vain

Wounded and bleeding, but my spirit remains
A flicker of defiance, amidst the endless pain
For the fallen comrades, their memory enshrined
In this brutal war, our souls forever entwined

Is this the glory they promised, a hero’s name?
Or just a pawn in their game, a sacrifice in the flame?
I question my purpose, my will starts to fray
But for my brothers, I’ll fight another day

The battle rages on, the outcome unknown
But one thing’s for sure, I’ll never be alone
For in this hellish war, we’ve forged a bond so deep
Mud and blood, our oath we’ll forever keep.

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