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[aid] => mick
[title] => Standing In The Face Of Death
[time] => 2004-03-27 22:33:09
[hometext] => Please support our troops
[bodytext] => We stand in the face of death Scraps of colored silk fall to the ground, as some take their last breath. The sound of helicopters reach our ears, as some say this is the worse they've seen in years. Just when you think all is safe, glittering dragons fall from the sky, with a fanfare of trumpets. Glittering diamond chips fall with the rain, but you march on despite the pain. Half remembered faces get tangled up, in the branches of trees. Some, don't even notice due to agony and ecstasy. Some speak of suicide, as some are wishing for a place to hide. As blood takes over the cities, you take time to remember the one you love. Standing in the face of death, everyone calls your name. We can see nothing but fear, staring in a face full of tears. We can't even fall asleep, do to the smell coming from the trenches. We all get tired of answering the reporters questions. Golden sunlight and the songs of the thunder-birds, dance through my smoke-clouded mind. Listening as they blend into the sky. The sound and the fury, of the executioner's song, have a sacred meaning. It's telling me that we still have our freedom, and we never guessed this would have happened on our homeland. So we went to theirs to make a stand. Some say speak to me of all things you've seen, but how can you do that, if you can't even remember your own name. So as the satin sheets can no longer hold us, just remember there is nothing left, but the ritual of death, and the hope to be back on the soil, we know best. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 28 [informant] => Rylo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Patriotic )
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