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Seeing the faces of whom I’ve tortured, blaming it elusive bordered
With a puzzled expression, not any less than maybe a cubics quarter
Is the size of their hearts in depth, crazy to think I’d pursue in mortem
After reflections of my past, start changing my congruent corners
I am a MAN NOW..never taught to stand down and showed to kill
The coldest steel, gripped with an oath of will, crows bestow their spill
HOW COULD I NOT..have a soldiers ills, tho' my mind molds love & peace?
As I laid awake in a bunker, struggled with flares and mutters of beasts
Bubbled beneath..is the grief I take, in with simply defending my family
To speak candidly..I'd pleasure honor in murder, for the risk in their sanity
Can only vision a canopy, her fertility phases and pleasing incentively
Which parallels, my shreiking..squeezing triggers, releasing an enemy
AM I TOO LATE?...no return for the wicked they say, discover my values
Is how I challenge them: "serenity is the biggest victim among the foulest men"

Bombs go off, bullets pass my head
The mass is dead, it's not the future it's the past I dread
I see torture in a flask of red
Am I going to die? I hear soldier's ask the meds
The casket read, "War in essence is never finished"
So many souls diminished upon a dark day of molded minions
There’s not much hope left in this, there’s not much hope left in me
Death bare's witness to the flesh covering the bones with in me
The demons and crows will sin me, as I fight with all that’s in me
My daughters cries tucked in me, the prophecy held by a minor
Surrounding horizons on fire, the time is now, as we tuck drunken courage under barbed wire
We march forward to as the enemy army shall admire
The unity we chant together like the last choir