Hours of turmoil
Hours of turmoil
Years of strife
Gallons of blood spilled
In the blink of an eye
They tell you to go,
Continue to fight
You just stare at the ground
So afraid to die
The powers that be; send you onward
Never stop never look back
It’s all a game to them
You’re just a number
To fight for those you don’t even know
If it is honorable then why does it fell so cold?
The blood of billions has been shed in war but for what?
Land, money, power. In the end it all means nothing
So what does that make you the victor of? Nothing.
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