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The Bleeding Fort
The Bleeding Fort
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The fields and the soil awaits your arrival
O harbinger of harvest, what did you do?
The reason of survival; you became rival!
The fort stands here to ask and question you.
The shedding autumn came to lovely spring
The rage in you could not pull the string.
The swaying yields lasted as corpses
But you were engrossed in swaying swords.
The bleeding fort went on pleading
Nay! You weren't for any heeding
Comrades of fort turned out to be foes
The bleeding fort ended up with woes.
Oh, the giver and the winner of nibble!
Time and again I question you, o feeble!
Was I painted with glory and gala of red
None could see and watch my bleeding head?
