When you saw your brothers' chests ripped open,
Did you exile the cross from yours?
When you sliced the screaming German's flesh,
Did you devour his body of Christ?
When you stared at God from the narrow grave,
Did you see him with his back turned?
When you heard the firing squad on your desertion,
Did you listen to the call of His will?

When you slumped to the ground, drained of ichor and soul,
Did you meet Him? Did you forgive Him?