Midnight Field
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Midnight is here
No bells toll, yet gunshots ring through the night

I am here fighting, among the dead
This field, a field that once bloomed
Now filled with the dead, now a grave, but no tomb.

Fields once red with flowers that would bloom.
Now a field, red with blood.

Through mud and blood, the Ypres burns a third time
Standing in mud, clouds of gas fill the air.
Shells and Shrapnel, filling the air. Screams of men, filling the air.
The gates of hell, breached, containment unleashed.

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