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Below the sand were scorpions who stung my brothers to death.,
Above were ugly bald birds
Going in circles in search for the falling ones, 
Mocking our every steps, waiting to dine again, 
I watch my brothers beg at the mercy of these birds as they pick up their flesh, 
Only if a single bullet was meant for  these bald creatures. 
But Still in our lines we stand 
Marching through the unending desert 
Holding fast the strength that never existed. 
"we all gonna die here" said a falling one 
And the birds were quick to devour him. 
He could make no scream, he wanted death, he had it 
 

"Halt! halt! halt! 
Beyond this sand mountains are thorns of war 
Stir your heart and stir to roar 
Clip to your weapons or cling on the cross 
Its our destiny to fight, its our course... 
Charge!!! "
The well fed armoured man said 
And a roar went out 
My vintage dressed comrades ran into the battle like the very scorpions we were weary of 
Like the bald birds they soar 
hungry for blood spill,
Only to be devoured like the carcass before them 
Crawling in halves 
Screaming aloud 
I couldn't bear the pain 
I once again prefer to be eaten by my bald friends and scorpions 
I died too.. 
I did not survive.. 
And if you found this note in one piece 
Then its true 
The pen is mightier than the sword
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