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Dec 2015
I cannot touch the sand
The unease of the coarse grain
Pressing my foot down, terror rises

I'm a killer
1, 2, 3, 4
5, 6, 7, 8
Body count

Three hours of sleep
All that my demons allow me

I walked with nightmares
I sacrificed... for them
I sacrificed... for them
I sacrificed... for them

Fighting under banners
Flying high for freedom
I became the prisoner

War is art, painted in blood.
Live the life I cannot
Hear the fireworks
Touch the sand
I sacrificed these for you.
Words of a soldier, interpreted by me
Devin Ortiz
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Devin Ortiz  USA
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