So much hate,
So much pain.
Tortured.
Broken.
All in vain.
When will it end?
Comrades falling
In few words spoken.
Dismissed in anger,
Hated forever.
Never regaining
One's precious respect.
Loyalties lost.
Friendships wounded.
All in hate,
All in pain.
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