Field Of Dreams

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Field Of Dreams

The World has stated our freedom,

the worms shall share a soldier's fear.

To look above my trench

is to be a thief in the night.

Life shall lurk, afraid of what is above.

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My brothers wait for their moment

the maverick shell will deal the deck.

The queen of spades shall flirt with all,

hoping to sear our blood against this iron of hate.

War treats victims with the vindictive pain of foe

for non are welcome to this battlefield.

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The steam from burning bodies is wine to the party,

this thrill of reality a true Russian roulette.

A link between man and beast,

for we all take part in this unifying glory of slaughter.

Refugees are we

the artists and the poets,

fraudsters and scam artists

We manipulate waist paper and propaganda,

for the legacy of death is ours.

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Bully beef is king for contentment is rare,

we give thanks to cattle sacrifice.

I share existence with comrades temporary,

my ghosts exist In Gods lungs.

Their memories haunt my sanity

the last sinner's refuge to comrades condemned,

for we shall never tell the truth.

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We are and were common men,

obedience is what we do.

Threatened by a lieutenant boy,

but all will cry this night.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 30, 2015 ⏰

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