FluidMoon
The plan was to stabilize the terror..
Mobilize the troops...
But what of that idea when no one is left?
To tell the story of our glory..
Don't die for me..
For i am not understanding of this dreaded evil..
Don't die for me..
For i forgot how to cry when i grieve..
Hello mother
Hello father
I have lost my eternal laughter
Seriousness lies in the eyes of my beholder..
I am not worthy of the stripes that bare my flesh
I will fish for it, but you will catch
In the name of holiness and sacrifice
You give up everything in a blink
Have i forgotten how to live?
Or live for the forgotten ones
Who have chosen this path of destruction
In this path i was chosen to function
To fight a war, I must fight my own...
TO FIGHT A WAR, I MUST FIGHT MY OWN
Jimmy Pocketz
But Wait..all my Squadron has been Diminished
My Water Jug is Dry how do i stay Repleneshed?
With these Bullets grazing the Paint on my Helmet
and the Trembling isnt helping the Pain in my Pelvic
That Resembles the Pain and Sorrow of Tommorow
when the Realization of Death will Follow the Hollo
Dwelling inside my Concious of the Walking Dead
The Last Words is wha my Dead Compadres Said
So i Pick up the Remaining Shellz and Camoflauge
the Pain inside my Heart denying my War Flaws
that Led to the Murders and Losses of my Team
So Now the Pressures Boiling Living is my Dream
Now when Before the Draft is what to Be Drafted
by the Mavericks,But Seeing Death is what Happend
Why am i the One who has to Witness the Killings
and Why is my Hands Embracing the Bloody Spillings
that will Equal Years and Decades of Nightmares
But Damn you God ..Shit not even Christ Cares
Because he Let these Viatnamise Erase my Squad
but im Still Hiding in these Bushes due to Christ..
Please forgive me and return me to what matters
But I Hear there Footsteps.
Bullets go off and i kno this wont end Happily ever after
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