Valley of Death
Over time the gravestones grow,
With row upon another row.
Unmarked, but mourned, as we all know,
Yet words unheard by those below.
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Wages of death did Man here wield,
Valley turned to killing field.
Neither side would fall or yield,
Through pretty words, horrors concealed.
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So here are buried former foes.
Here both peoples choose to go.
To pay respects, put on a show.
While others linger, still in woe.
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Both sides brought depravity.
Both sides fought for 'liberty.'
But while they've reached an amnesty,
The dead lie in Serenity.