Bludgeoned, bleeding, burning, screaming, barely alive
Cattle feeding, hardly eating, waste of life
Forest sweeping, slowly creeping, look in their eyes
Bullets meeting flesh with teeth to rip out their insides
Rage is a shadow behind me
Sorrow is what I will unleash
It's time, the fabric is coming apart
I am now one with pain
This focused mind must guide me through
Smoking village, torn and pillaged, run for their lives
Killing women, shooting children, must stay alive
I find one dead, gunshot in head, I look in his eyes
With chewed off lips he smiles at me, I'm coming apart
Burns remind me I am here
Can't count the dead, can't count the years
Into the ditches as darkness falls
I can smell them crawling through the pits of hell!
Like the Sun, the explosions sear the sky
Burning brightly, its shrapnel tastes my flesh
I'm ripped apart
I have been ripped
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