No child should have to
Look into the face of death

Not even the child within
Can know they're self-prepared
Some shocked stand staring in air
Perhaps the lucky ones
Quickly integrate despair

Some stand strong quickly moving on
Dissociating to get the job done
And now my psyche's on the run
At the sound of breaking bones
And the sight of blood and guts
A hundred years later
The fallout is quite abrupt...