The Horrors of War
death screams echoing around me,
no peace here violence is all you will see.
come with the wish to be a hero,
who’s hero do you plan to be when you never see home again.
there are none here all thats here is zombies in the form of men.
why didn’t you stay at home with your wife,
think about it,
what you could of done with your life.
another roar from the bombs and bodies,
you want to be a hero but who will be yours.
there is no safety here you cant run and hide behind doors.
i know i cant make it out of this hell,
i'm trapped here i cant even make a deal with the devil because i've no soul left to sell.
Copyright © Robert Moran | Year Posted 2025
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