Turbulent Exhaustion
¶ 1
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The grass will cut our thighs
Blades piercing through our skin
The tightening of our lungs
Release the hurt within.
¶ 2
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The faint hopes of glory
Will sustain us tired men
Lacking strength and power
Running from the lion’s den.
¶ 3
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The shirts with evidence
Of action and battle
Like condemned men on trial
Fighting with feet in cattle.
¶ 4
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The game will never end
‘Til the man in charge speaks
So soon comes a new start
An aim of greater peaks.
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