Marching In.

Its 6:44 on the night of the arrival, The men marched in, hunched and suicidal. They decided the best way to go was to do this, Bombs and hot shells came in like a tidal.. Wave, from the streets the devils destructive kiss. All mixed in with a twist of karma hate and bile. Helmets flew off heads to hit sand, Bodies soon following, another innocent soul, Blood moistened the soil of dead dried land. Vessels pop with screams that hold no purpose or goal. Life dripping from mouths, the howls of the damned, Death motivates men to die where they stand. The war didn't stop when these men died, The answer was already being screamed , The answer was simple, the government had simply lied. The whole goal wasn't really what it seemed.