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Amidst a swirling din of smoke,

and screaming on the battlefield born.

Reared on the teat of my dear mother war!

Hardened to stone through abuse,

mocked, beaten and scorned.

A bayonet severed umbilical cord.

The wind sings its sad lullaby,

through a blackened and hollow ribcage.

I'm to die in battle divine,

with the flames as my grave.

This realm of inhuman carnage,

where the blood eternally rains.

To my brothers who've fallen before me,

I will walk with you again.

This my demented playground,

the horizon is howling ablaze.

The skeletal village illuminates the sky,

as fire destroys their grains.

With glee I rape and torture,

my pleasure is inflicting pain.

With a vigor unholy,

I'll fight to my doom.

Until I've vanquished,

the Christian God's ways.

Sure it must be such a different world,

to which those on the outside exist.

At least I know who loves me here,

no delusions, all weakness dismissed.

This era of inhuman tragedy,

to be ushered by my iron hand.

The ovens bellowed to crematory highs,

to dispose of the God-fearing man.

The wind sings its sad lullaby,

through a blackened and hollow ribcage.

I'm to die in battle divine,

with the flames as my grave.

This realm of inhuman carnage,

where the blood eternally rains.

To my brothers who've fallen before me,

I will walk with you again.