Dried blood splattered
On the soldiers face
His heart starting to slow
To a normal, human pace
He hears the screams
See the cries
Looks to the heavens
And yells "why?"
Looks at his brothers
Fallen they all are
Their cries for god
Turns his blood into tar
Humans he's seen
In their rarest form
Looks at the enemy
Around him they swarm
Lay down his weapon
He is told to do
Something he was taught
To always refuse
He lets out a scream
knowing its his last
And pulls the trigger,
his final blast