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War is not a movie but we make such a scene dark gun metal monster machines It’s a pattern of pitter patter gun thunder shatters all life and silence leaving it destroyed by your war toy madness Battle ready vest clings heavy to your chest tanks clink and clank from shrapnel and landmines blowing more than just your tired mind megaton drop down soldiers hit the ground like tiny nuclear explosions a mad marine invasion propaganda says we are there to save and help them build a nation In moments of rest they pray to themselves in battlefield dress they beg to be heaven blessed for the god and country they love best we are lucky if one bad day takes us to the next one then we hit the worse one bullet storms splatter all that brain matter face disfigured sends dark cold shivers while dead children bleed red rivers The military man hands momma a flag but that respect won’t bring her baby back stories over fade to black
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Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
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War is not a movie but we make such a scene dark gun metal monster machines It’s a pattern of pitter patter gun thunder shatters all life and silence leaving it destroyed by your war toy madness Battle ready vest clings heavy to your chest tanks clink and clank from shrapnel and landmines blowing more than just your tired mind megaton drop down soldiers hit the ground like tiny nuclear explosions a mad marine invasion propaganda says we are there to save and help them build a nation In moments of rest they pray to themselves in battlefield dress they beg to be heaven blessed for the god and country they love best we are lucky if one bad day takes us to the next one then we hit the worse one bullet storms splatter all that brain matter face disfigured sends dark cold shivers while dead children bleed red rivers The military man hands momma a flag but that respect won’t bring her baby back stories over fade to black
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Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
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