To young, resolute, unsuspecting recruit
been moulded part of deadly brotherhood
year in training, blood, sweat and tears
bold, ready, disciplined, no fears
Bloody fierce battles concealed up ahead
unprepared for bloodshed, destruction and dead
cordite and blood deep in the nostril
burning flesh reeking, dead bodies still
Brothers departed, the numbers are fewer
enemy depleted, a Hades sewer
zipped in a bag, some brothers now gone
increasing despair, hate and revulsion
Reloading weapon, restocking supplies
next battle looming, no surprise
a ruthless vengeance floods his soul
forged in the furnace of devil's hole
Without remorse, annihilation his wake
in luck survives. His mind his trait
forever reminded of where he's been
a man he's become, heart pumping steel..
(119 Words)
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