The smell of ether
An orange flare
Confined submission
Fills the air

A fading signal of distress
Counting the wounded
No time time to rest
A final prayer
This ship's going down
Faces lie forward
Hands are all bound

Hope and glory
Unreachable now
Nervous glances
Collide somwhow

Plasma fluid
Quiets the thirst
A dead calm rises
Who will be first

Burned with gas
The mask goes on
Subversive warfare
No right from wrong

St epping forward
Into the unknown
Stepping forward





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