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Medic Lyrics

at the fields of pointless military conflict
runs a man armed withh needles, gauze
no bombs of death or guns of destruction
just skills, tools to make men line long enough constant triage
crawling from corpse to corpse his work is never ending
amidst the insanity the medic sees two truths
screaming dulls the pain
when the screaming stops.move on. he is gone
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