Patrol across those barren lands, a righteous God lies in your hands. The gift of death for those who dare, to open fire. You lay them bare.
As corpses flood your field of view. You’re glad it’s them, it’s not for you to count the souls you’ve sent to hell, so, close your eyes. Inside you yell.
As tortured thoughts distract your goal, you’re mission’s stacked against your role, as keepers of there moral right, you’re their for peace! But still you fight.
Yet those at home can’t know the pain, you’re living through each day again. The pressure builds, there’s no release, these thoughts of war will never cease.
Yet home you fly when all is done. You have no time for anyone who ask you how it’s been, and then, your minds drawn back to death again.
So now a soldier sans a war, I don’t know what I’m looking for. Some peace of mind? Each day to smile? Or maybe just to rest a while.
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