Your Forefathers

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Your forefathers: in their places you shall die,
And on their land your cold bodies will lie.
For a grim man whom you shall never see,
Shall send you to war with one way to flee.
You shall find the same as your forefathers gore,
And die, as they died, in the very same corp.
Every generation shall look upon Death.
As larger amounts of men breath their last breath.
Every generation more blood flows.
And every generation death grows.
They are the ones convinced to seek false honor,
Instead they find merely pointless slaughter.
The men far above shall never see pain,
Instead they begin endless wars in vain.
As forefather passes to son endlessly,
And as death endures for all eternity.