Bombs and bullets

Digging foxholes

What comes over head

The praying,those silent

Words,just one more

Time let life leave me

Be,as I laid on the operating

Table,I had no fear,I was in

The bombs and bullets over

Head,I was in the foxhole saying

I had no fear

if it’s now

or is it LIFE

It’s always simple

A shot that suppose

But a twist of faith

What lies around

The corner only

The darkers know

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