We call them soldiers Killing machine that fight for peace As everything around them is blown to smithereens They die for a good cause we like to say Not truly acknowledging that sacrifice they just made Their dead... The blood that trickles down stream clearly indicates that That's something we have become too acquainted with actually Never truly had a problem with leaving our own behind Even though in the beginning we preach just the opposite ****, we're sick Infected with this disease to send one another out to die alone As we watch them cry begging go home But there is no home, not for us If we don't win there will only be misery Blood rivers that come together to form masses big enough to drown in But it's the same story even if we do win Nothing but death
**to be continued
Just a story that has been ignored as many times as it been told