R.I.P
Posted By: CoLd BlooDed<broken_lizard12@hotmail.com>
Date: 21 October 2004, 4:12 AM
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R.I.P
Here lies a man,
Clad in black clothes,
Medals are glimmering,
Upon his chest, a rose.
Here lies a martyr,
Him losing his wager,
Of living on to fight,
His rank, a Major.
Here lies a difference,
A retired helping hand,
Shot in the line of duty,
Killed, taking a stand.
Here lies a fighter,
Deceased and confined,
The body on satin,
Being protected, Mankind.
Here lies a corpse,
Worthless and expendable
Only to the naked eye,
On his officers, dependable.
And finally,
Here lies Marc P. Clyde...
A soldier, a fighter,
Known worldwide,
A platoon abandoned,
Assistance denied.
Wind, a tiny gust,
Brushing his cold hair,
Aside;
His faded eyes closed,
No light found,
Inside.
Rest in Peace, Major,
It's tough to be dead,
And a world away,
No funeral, no head,
No ceremony, but a bed,
It's the best the galaxy has to give,
Savor the feeling instead,
No more fighting in the new place you shall live.
Rest in Peace, Major, Rest in Peace.
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