Suicide Angels
As we limped through the battlefield,death flowed along the wind,
Young men stood clueless, not knowing where to begin
The unit moved as slow as snails as we cursed through the sludge
A man dropping with exaustion with every heartbreaking trudge
The red flares,shot viciously into the sky behind our backs
While Srg Murphy attemted to keep the troops attention and stay on track,
Men marches asleep,and most of the unit had lost their boots,
All went lame,blind,drunk with fatigue;deaf even to the hoots,
Men pray for their lives and asked God to forgive them for their crimes,
But their prayers were soon interupted by the howls of Five Nines,*
Soon Gas was pouring down and there was now an ecstasy of fumbling,
Men not knowing what to do and began slipping and stumbling,
But Dim,through the misty panes and thick green light,
There was a man guttering,chokin an front of my helpless sight,
I watched him fall to the ground and his white eyes writing in his face,
He was just a young boy on his own,put in the wrong place,
I tried to keep on track,but not knowing where to begin,
I was too distracted with hanging faces,like devils's sick of sin,
People come gargling from froth-corrupted lungs,
And the rest march on bravely with incurable sores on tounges,
But one small message to the kids that search for glory
Listen to evey single word that I have said in this story,
Live your life,be free and die when you are grey and old,
And please at night,say a prayer for those brave mens souls
*59mm
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