The enemy angrily blasts it's guns,
Carelessly littering the battlefield,
As troops slowly creep foward
The blasting of every bullet,
Sends each solider to cling tighter,
To the untruthful idea of eternity
As if they could steal a forevermore,
With a metallic grasp,
Or even theif but one more breath
But at the blood red hands,
Of the envitable enemy,
They can never win
Whether they are gunned down in an instant,
Or slowly torn apart,
The enemy will triamph
We will all join the army of the fallen.