The Child Soldier

I was born of the Eternal Flame, forged in the Fires of Divine Will; I was weaned in the fields of gore, learnt to walk on the odes of yore.. shooting 'fore i learned to walk, shooting fair an' shooting well; I was weaned in the fields of gore, bore the brunt of bards and lore.. i could tell a grenade from a pear, knew a bullet 'fore i knew rice grains; I was weaned in the fields of gore, my milk was taint'd with bloody spore.. walked the fields than mama's cot, stones for a bed, not velvety rest; I was weaned in the fields of gore, strong as iron, like lodestone ore..