Sands of Mars

A cold, near silent place,

Red dust for all to see.

Boulders, pebbles barren,

A world of misery.

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Once a new home for Man,

Now forgotten, eclipsed by stars.

Now a training ground for grunts,

The EDF's got all the cards.

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The dust's covered the footprints,

Yet severer scars remain.

Mars may be the world of war,

Yet it still feels pain.

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Phobos and Deimos hang above,

Look down in false pity.

At Mars, forgotten backwater,

A deserted, dusty sea.