Fan Fiction ❯ Eye to Eyes ❯ Eye to Eyes ( One-Shot )
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By: Mike Manazure 
The sight of burned people and exploded wehicle is one to remeber.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 05.13.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 377 | Visits: 462 | Status: Completed
The sight of burned people and exploded wehicle is one to remeber.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 05.13.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 377 | Visits: 462 | Status: Completed
With closed eyes the memory resurges, cometh the sight of the ruined street,
This is the place the enemy have chosen, this is where our fait is to be.
So has our hour chosen, so grave was the sight my eyes seen.
A torn shell of which once was whole, so little left form the blast that been,
Pieces of burned flesh lay scattered, the remains of our fellow man.
Whom have once lived in our cities, who will never leave that stree.
Six they where, six man I knew not, never cenversed they with me,
Now they are dead, and me, a living, aided the gathering of their remains.
Then we towed away the wreck, so that to the enemy nothing remains.
In the air an eere silence, broken only by firing guns,
We have toiled for two days, two nights, to bring their remains of burial.
Woe to a task so grim and morbid, as the one that we have done.
Live we entered, live we left it, that damned ruined street, that town,
Damn the vision if such may come, from the golrfying of that scene.
Still we fight on for our lives, for our enemy's call is clear.
We have chosen this long battle, fighting it with our souls and guns,
Struggling to live, build our country, bring peace to the land of strife.
It's our enemy that chosen murder, over fellowship with us.
All is doomed to morbid ending, and if G-d wills I will end,
But we pray to live long, live right, and die of old age in bed.
I wish not even to our enemy, to be scattered like they where.
Oh, I hope scencearly, truly, that their demise was not in vain,
Soon, more soon than told for, prayed for, our fight will victoriously end.
Oh, come quickly... for this land's sons dying for peace... come, today
************
Said in the watching night between the 12th and the 13th of May, 2004
Written down between the stars of May 14th, same year
Michael M.
This is the place the enemy have chosen, this is where our fait is to be.
So has our hour chosen, so grave was the sight my eyes seen.
A torn shell of which once was whole, so little left form the blast that been,
Pieces of burned flesh lay scattered, the remains of our fellow man.
Whom have once lived in our cities, who will never leave that stree.
Six they where, six man I knew not, never cenversed they with me,
Now they are dead, and me, a living, aided the gathering of their remains.
Then we towed away the wreck, so that to the enemy nothing remains.
In the air an eere silence, broken only by firing guns,
We have toiled for two days, two nights, to bring their remains of burial.
Woe to a task so grim and morbid, as the one that we have done.
Live we entered, live we left it, that damned ruined street, that town,
Damn the vision if such may come, from the golrfying of that scene.
Still we fight on for our lives, for our enemy's call is clear.
We have chosen this long battle, fighting it with our souls and guns,
Struggling to live, build our country, bring peace to the land of strife.
It's our enemy that chosen murder, over fellowship with us.
All is doomed to morbid ending, and if G-d wills I will end,
But we pray to live long, live right, and die of old age in bed.
I wish not even to our enemy, to be scattered like they where.
Oh, I hope scencearly, truly, that their demise was not in vain,
Soon, more soon than told for, prayed for, our fight will victoriously end.
Oh, come quickly... for this land's sons dying for peace... come, today
************
Said in the watching night between the 12th and the 13th of May, 2004
Written down between the stars of May 14th, same year
Michael M.