| Life, a struggle, to meet the day,
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| When hatred leads life, to take away.
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| On a field, blood marks appealing end,
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| A crimson carpet, in vain to defend.
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| Bathe in gore, fight, mass suffering
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| I love destruction, the pain it brings
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| The hollow in my eye, devoid of god.
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| To say war is pain, a sick facade.
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| Existence, life is done
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| Solution murder on the run
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| I have become the executioner
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| I fight, I die, I burn in this hell,
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| In front and in back of me, bodies fell.
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| Command, no mercy, to any breath,
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| Shoot to hate, so there is nothing left.
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| Inside death now, awaits now my soul,
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| Every hope of life lives in a bullet hole.
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| Spewing of emotion, the shock remains.
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| Lobotomized, Deranged
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| Existence, life is done
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| Solution murder on the run
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| I have become the executioner
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| Life, a struggle, to meet the day,
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| When hatred leads life, to take away.
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| On a field, blood marks appealing end,
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| A crimson carpet, in vain to defend.
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| Bathe in gore, fight, mass suffering
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| I love destruction, the pain it brings
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| The hollow in my eye, devoid of god.
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| To say war is pain, a sick facade.
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| Existence, life is done
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| Solution murder on the run
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| I have become the executioner
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| Existence, life is done
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| The executioner
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| Solution murder on the run
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| The executioner
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| I have become
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| Bodies lie on a killing plane, six feet of earth,
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| Death’s sewer drain.
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| Troops of hell, bread to kill,
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| Horror reigns, have your fill.
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| The price of war creeps on the strongest man,
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| Fire power in any hand.
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| Ammunition on my dinner plate,
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| Bite the bullet, meet your fate. |