Sat, May 25th, 2013
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War

Hissing, whistling, flying by
One man falls another man cries
Blood, guts, sweat, and tears
These gruesome things provoke men’s fears
Dying, crying we all fall down
One man’s gain is another man’s doubt
Pull my trigger here my yell
I send another man to hell
We carry our broken brothers home
To set them free so they may roam
I’m broken torn and ruined inside
In a sick sort of way I wish I had died