Platoon after platoon,
Marched into the heart of war.
Men of age cut down at the core.
With bullet fire,
And mine explosions,
They will meet at the gate.

All my life,
I've strived to be.
Better than before,
And equal to all.
See how time has slipped,
And life has failed to exist.

Now I watch as young men bleed,
Is this what we truly need?
While the maniacal leader,
Sits on his throne.
He'll start a war, and die alone.
Bringing life to an end.

I've seen the world shake,
And watched when loved ones died.
Soon I will be the one,
Raising my flag.
To run onto the field of battle,
Not sure quite what i'm fighting for.
Will I make it to heaven's door?

Protected by God,
And my false pretenses of hate.
I've grabbed onto a lost hope,
And fall into this war.
Without a whim of life,
I'll die for nothing more.

 
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