A Sybaritic Soldier

Black and Smoke , Black and Smoke I opened my eyes Rigid land , full of Red I saw my comrades dead. Severe injuries , without a pinch of pain Strolled in the barren-garden of limbs and vain. A thought of higher ups came to my mind , Even before the folks of mine. I thought to myself “Even a stranger would be fine.” But not even an entity was found on the land of land-mines. This good-evil feel of greed, Was not a fault of mine but of my breed. My mind asked “Is it the end?” While my soul said “Don't know of you but for me ‘It’ is the end.”