Devil Twin

Dry cracked lips, the swal of heat ingolfs my body. Like being burn alive in this desert wasteland. the sweat drips from my plams an mixs with the blood of killers. regret for what i have done. The somber walk to my barracks hanging my head low. I am dead now reborn baptised by fire a man no one back home would know. freedom payed in the blood of soldiers. Every night i take down my hat of green to pary for the fallin. asking them for there forgiveness, the regret i did'nt die with my brothers. They call to me in my dreams, hold on, just hold on they say with such hopefullness. the return is a revival, but to see what is become of my home. A knoch in my stoach. The hate the disregard for the rights of man. No more freedom to be had, my friends my brothers died for nothing.