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[bodytext] => Helmets falling left and right. Lace my boots make sure they’re tight. Raise your sons, their fine and bright. Lost them all within one night. Dirty uniforms washed up on grey beaches, and I’ve lost count. Slipping away as the devil’s hunger waits to pounce. We are soul-diers, raised to fight. Practice our grim faces to make killing seem right. Follow my steps, and chase the unknown cause. Breathing hard, must die in battle or honor’s lost. Come on men, “be all you can be!” But how can I be what I can’t even see? How can I be what I don’t believe? Kill a couple and get a medal. Don’t stop shooting till the dust has settled. We are soul-diers, raised to kill. Programmed to never get our fill. Bullets pass through like speeding drills. Collapse his body as he lie still. The bullet was far too conceited to miss, It flew with bright intentions and gave his head a kiss. He prays that Hell’s gates are already full. He loses his grip as death takes it’s pull…. And a “purple heart” to cover the hole. Call him a hero and lower him down, Where is honor now? Lost in the ground. Perhaps the devil shall miss and he need not be found. Helmets falling left and right, Lace my boots make sure they’re tight. Raise your sons they’re fine and bright. Lost them all within one night. We are soul-diers raised to fight, Practice our grim faces to make killing seem right. Right left, right left, hold your breath Soul-diers coming hide with the rest. Let’s put these boys to the test. Cross our fingers and hope success. What matter does it make if there’s a flag on that pole, Blazing guns shall take their toll. After all, maybe a soul-dier’s role…. Was to eventually murder his soul…. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 73 [informant] => themonk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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