I sit alone now, waiting for death
There's reason to believe this will be my last breath
The others lay fallen alongside the rats
My brothers, my family (I thought they would last)
A sniper lays silent a few trenches away
Weary, yet collected, amongst this great fray
He waits for a target, to enter this hell
But, all he receives is artillery shells
The air, thick with gas, blinds every man
For that, I think, is why my friends ran
So here I remain climbing the ranks
Until my life is ended by the German tank
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