PTSD 22

Piercing through that troubled gaze
The fields of war fill the vacant stare
Search for peace through the combat haze
Desperate for darkness back “over there”

Pondering fear of a lifetime ago
The desert’s pain fills the empty boots
Still at war, for peace they go
Down in hallowed ground, 21 gun salutes

Pour one more strong for the 22 a day
The men of war can take some more
Saint Peter’s gates open to light the way
Defenders of peace only brave this door

Place your battle outside on the floor
To the warriors’ home in vallhalla’s hall
Soldiers only, long after their war
Day after day, salute 22 More

Chester Michaels

You might recall the glorydays
Converting heathens by the sword
Burning apostates
Enriching Abrahams horde

Forging empires by the dusin
Make the world your *****
They shall decay
Like the white christs corpse

Gone is all you took
The world shall be free at last
In the halls of the fallen
Can you hear a new song play?

A song of heroes comes from the hall
Vallhalla is open once more
A feast awaits the heroes
The old Gods are ready for war

Prepare your pyres
Though the martyrs won't cry in pain
Avenge the burnt blood of witches
They never died in vain

Swordmaidens and shieldbrothers
Lets draw the battle lines again
Or legend shall shape the future
As we reclaim the world

So stand before me host of angels
For now the valkyries decend
The druids emerge from the forest
Are you prepared for the end?