I will leave you for the good of the nation.
I will leave you for the good of the nation.
Poised in my anticipated coffin,
Coughing surrounded by a blanket of smoke
Pollution has participated in scratching down the back of my throat
Black gas proceeds to coat vegetation, as the grass struggles threw pain
The field’s vision blocked with a mist of souls, leaving human remains
It starts to rain, each tear smears blood over a larger capacity
If Religions comforting, how is war the cause of religious audacity
My man and me slump amongst the blood, mud cushions our position
Closing our eyes at every sound,
My body shakes,
The ground brakes,
We open are eyes to see if were living
Answering a devils mission, the enemy loaded with a freedom to roam
But each bullet I take is one less for the innocent waiting at home
I feel so alone, all my friends lost at a cost of a twitch of a thumb
Each trench now represents a country being blown up in years to come
My body is numb, my ears peak to here the call of death
“Up Over the Top”, now ill know if this is right and who’s left
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My efforts immense, as the trench has formed an inclined slide
The peeks the divide were I hope for my pried to act as a guide
I take a gulp in my stride, the tears have now dried to my face
My mind turns blank as I enter hells very own work place
I embrace a few figures and proceed to deliver gun fires
I take a few myself a loan stealth until my own health expires
As my body stands cold, I think is this a loyal salvation
And hope I will leave this earth for the good of the nation.