I become a soldier they say it was my dream
killing in the desert foreign enemies
quite the killer I have become
quite the master behind the gun
hidden sources, death affords us
fallen corpses, death adores us

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heart hanging on a string in the dark
a bucket below catching the flow
my veins tie me in
interrogation will begin
pick me apart
a piece of life
a piece of art


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metamorphosis before us
a corpse on the floor in such distress
what a mess the insides are
what a mess thats on the floor
get the shovel from the shed
head out back and bury the dead
wash your hands before the meal
forget the blood upon your heel

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today I'm not allowed to see
tommorow I'm made a mockery

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blood dripping falling down
brain melts to drip out your mouth
spit your thoughts into your hands
endless words on demand
your emotions smear your clothes
spilling into your pockets like
colorful rays of sunshine from your spine
cut your eyes away just to play, just to play
stuck in boredom you scream in rage pulling apart your ribcage
your heart beats quickly
you pull it from your bloodied chest
you lay down, lay down to rest

This is written brilliantly.

the only absurdity is how we on the homefront are so eager to turn a blind eye
to the price exacted upon those in harms way who serve "our interests".

"we support our troops"
...as long as we don't have to see what they have to go through.