Lying awake in the trenches
Waiting for the devils
To trespass on this land.
Bang! They go down,
Hit from all sides.
Souls long ensnared,
Freed. Released. A sigh.
The garden of stone, commemorates
A war of wills so great.
Pride, freed on a cry
So long suppressed,
The future - here it lies.
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