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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required They taught us what to do if there's a bomb. A big bomb. A bomb they removed in a biopsy on a God A big God Scooped it out in armfuls from the body of a God My God the blood hanging on the tresses where the speshes operated they Taught us what to do if there's a bomb. No point working out who it came from; Cus wherever it came from is gone. They taught us what to do if there's a bomb: A big bomb: Get the rubber round your face. Then you radio the base. Lie down on the ground While your pants get browned Are you closer to the cloud Or the sound that pounds like a house shutting down My god who lives, who lives to see me live a life as terrible as this my God! Get drenched in the fear Too thirsty to tear Up your ears disappear And the skies won't be clear for a long time Peek up through your goggles for the last time That's it soldier step up and take your prize, And pray that you don't get vaporized My Eyes!? My Eyes!? Can't remember if my mom had me baptized!? I swore I'd rather die, the great evac-in-the-sky but Would I!? I want to live but not like that with my tissue-pissing body like a sieve To live is terrible It's terrible man to survive And you feel like you did when you were five Tummy hurts, full of earth, where the hell is the earth I'm rising from the ash like an afterbirth In the mist missing what used-to-be The mist is made of my mother and its killing me - What was it they told us, told us, soldiers What was it they told us, sold us, soldiers: They said survive to fight. My lungs are always tight! They said survive to fight. There's never any light! Survive to fight. Before I wasn't brave enough but now I just might! Survive to fight. Give her arm a bite! Survive to fight. Keep the squad white! They started this mess it's what's best it's what's Survive to fight. Not for what you need Not for what is right Not for what your dad said when you woke him late at night but what's left! In the unlikely event that there's a bomb; We fight for what little is left, not right! And left right left! Right left right! In the unlikely event that there's a bomb; In the unlikely event that there's a bomb; In the unlikely event that there's a bomb; ...
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