On my Home Ground
Posted By: thedarkfire<psychoboy217@netscape.net>
Date: 6 May 2005, 11:24 PM
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A room with my squad
The sounds of war ringing
We held position
So as to not be found
We were hiding from death
On my home ground
The shrill shriek of a banshee
The low whine of a ghost
The loud crack of our guns
The blind cry of rage
We fought for our lives
On my home ground
We were dropping like flies
Brothers dying all around
We needed a miracle
There was none to be found
I fled out of fear
On my home ground
I came across a Spartan
He gave me new life
He told me to fight
I followed his lead
I found a savior
On my home ground
And now I fight
Here by his side
My pride flowing
The enemy fearing
We brought those bastards to their knees
On my home ground
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