We Are The Dead, Remember We Lived.

*For Pvt. Thomas Beardmore You are remembered always. Died 18th Sept 1918, Age 21 (He lied to get in, hence 23 on he grave)* Who saw the devil in death? Behind eyes of corrosive waste Where mangled memories blur The buried lines of mans disgrace, As we marched to destruction were Answers held in our... Continue Reading →

The Forgiving Dead

When you see me lying there Do you think there is the enemy? When you stand and stare Down as I bleed across the ground Am I human to you? When I was young My father sat me down And told me "Son, the world Is wide and beautiful. Filled with so many Beautiful people... Continue Reading →

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