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The sun is kind of a stranger here

As we drown in mud and deep despair

Pray that the first shot finishes me

I pray that the first shot finishes me…

War…

Fear left us long ago, lost within routine

Hope then quickly followed, consumed by the machine,

Over the top at ten o’clock

Immersed in the obscene,

Senses seared, nerves and tears

No longer reflect me.

War…

My soul has fled my vacant shell

I cross the lines of wire, and run straight into hell

Scream the wordless roar of a beast

I scream the wordless roar of a beast.

War…

The nest of vipers stirs, fire flickers through the sky

The ground heaves beneath me and I prepare to die,

One last thought is all I’ve got

By way of a goodbye:

“Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori!”