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Deva
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kmfrob
Bio Chemist

soldiers walk deathtraps in this war torned country/
not even knowing for what and why they are fighting/
Just followin orders, nails they be bighting, grip tightning/
fear inflicts their senses, death could come like lightning/
instant flash, dissapearing from the earth's path so frightning/
so i sing a song for the disposable heroes fighting strong/
Holding on to their guns in an occupied territory gettn bombed/
trying to find an enemy they cant see in the smoke's fog/
could be a mother, da father, or a child strapped with tnt/
violently war has to be without pitty, heartbreaking like petty/
last dance with maryjane comforts a part of a soldier's brain/
unable to vanish the reason for a conflict like a shit stain/
still, they remain, soldiers bred for war to witness da gore/
of mankinds evil capabilities to get superiority in this planet/
These are the puppets held by da master who has no answer/
just enough nukes to inflict the whole world with cancer/