Upon this soil, where battles roared,
I fought and fell, my life outpoured.
Through smoke and fire, I played my role,
Yet stained with deeds that mar my soul.
In shadows deep, my conscience weeps,
For lives I took in restless sleeps.
The cries of pain still haunt my rest,
As I lie silent, in this newfound nest.
From Kiev's embrace, I was upheaved,
By hands that hoped justice achieved.
To foreign lands, I journeyed far,
A relic now, of a brutal scar.
In the quiet peace, I find my ease,
My restless spirit finds release.
In solemn repose, I bear my weight,
Reflecting on my deeds of hate.
May this bony frame, once stained with sin,
Now find forgiveness, deep within.
As time marches on, may lessons be learned,
And peace be found where once I yearned
