Coffin s ridding

Coffin’s ridding with a wreath,
Music’s playing louder.
Hero’s lying dead beneath
A mourning blackish cover.

Killing and maiming,
Steeling and laming.
Glorious grief,
Memorial wreath…

He’s been wagging lots of wars
Alongside his soldiers.
He’s been taking winning scores,
Marching with his orders.


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