When time splits in two...
One you're looking for and one looking for you
You're waiting for someone you don't know yet
And you're not getting any younger
You've captured the rhyme but lost the poetry
The road seems bleak but familiar
A refugee from the you you used to be
And a pilgrim on the road to destiny
To fortify you resupply with fortitude and grace
But what persists you can't deny with force of will or face
The path may be familiar, but the route could not be more complex
When time splits in two... the division is in you
Nonetheless the test is not the journey, it's the end
And a smile is your only friend
Unleashed upon the enemy
We tear through their lines
Showing no mercy
In the midst of battle
Feeding the Flesh Grinder
Severed off limbs
We resupply our food stocks
The more we kill
The more we eat
Human flesh
Sustenance of our society
Blood washed fields
Littered with skulls of the dead
Decapitation before evisceration
Labotamized
Their brains pulls out
The skulls are left out to rot
Blood sprays upwards
from the roof of the Flesh Grinder
It rains down on to the warzone
Exciting the warriors even more
Roars of rage and hatred
Can be heard clearly for miles and miles
They feed off the terror their enemies feel
Leaving not a single soul alive to stand against them
Did I ever tell you?
Of a time
Of a land
Where we fought
Where we lived
For ideals
When a cause was right
How we never lost
Yet, we faded in to the night
Did I ever tell you?
Of African stars
So bright
As we camped in the bush
Waiting for first light
Did I ever tell you?
Your first contact
The one you remember so vividly
When Mike died
The casevac...
How they tried
They couldn't keep him
The tears
How we all cried...
Did I ever tell you?
Of the bond of men
Sharing our last water
Waiting for resupply
Remember when.......
Did i ever tell you?
That Rhodesians
Are scattered to the four winds
Yet,
Themselves
They remember
The Mikes
The contacts
Of African stars
Of African sky
Of dense bush
The 11th of November
U.D.I
Did I ever tell you?
You cannot destroy
What lies in the heart
Many have tried
Rhodesians survive
Everywhere
We can look back
At a time
Of a land
Where we fought and lived
With pride
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