Phelonius
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Down the road there comes a soldier, seventeen, or maybe older. Beneath his grimey uniform, his wounded body tired and worn. Furrowed brow, sunken eyes, beleaguered soul that pondered lies, That brought him here to shed his blood. Mid'st agony and gore and mud.
His innocence lay scattered here, across these fields where freedom dear, He'd purchased now with mortal sin, upon a politicians' whim.
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