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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A noble trade a soldier made To fight and serve my country The cradle fix indoctrinates A nationalistic junkie As in Oman true colours shown A philanthropic lie Semper fi, death before dishonor Ours is to do or die I fought to serve my country Well prepared to pay rhe toll Blood sweat and tears I freely shed But my country wants my soul A bloody tale so deftly written Etched deeply, growing colder An ode so deathly chilling In a song sung for a soldier Carried high in the wind For whom.the bell tolls Dark secrets revealed Like Dead Sea scrolls I've toiled in the depths Of a depraved quagmire My feet engulfed In brimstone and Hellfire Though you can't bear the weight Of a heart that is heavy When it's your turn to pay Can you handle the levy A fight to the death A bone for to eat Do you fare any better Than the dogs in the street I don't know whence it started With just one single tear But pretty soon the damage done Was far beyond repair It hangs there in life's war-drobe A shining Christening robe Don the garb of Nationalism That's worn around the globe The tear in you had lain hidden As tears so often do Until that tear is beyond repair From mending tread or glue The Devils a joker If its laughter you're after But his punchline gets told In the here ever after I failed to find the honor Nor the righteousness of war Dulcet et decorum est Is my deeply hidden scar Our crucifixes broken Scattered in Elysians Halls No words of comfort spoken As the Tears of Jesus fall
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