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Wehrmacht!

Under my command thousands proudly fighting

Lines drawn

Rolls of concertina barely slow the onslaught

Overrun

Allies quickly belching forth from the trenches

Give the order

God help me…

And the mustard seed takes root on barren ground

And the cloud washes clean the day’s honor bound

And the rust from the steel stains their burial mounds

And the howl of the wind whispers “Death was found.”

How could I know?

The memory of bodies…wrenching, haunting me

Hearing them scream

The blistering, tearing at their skin…futily

Watching them die!

Their suffering, such fearsome wounds, I can’t clear it from my head

It’s too much to bear!

My Luger releases me, Peace?

And then, I awaken…

I find myself adrift upon a lake of fire

Twisted faces on the shore wait to greet me

The apocalypse revealed as I begin to weep

And the dead arise eagerly to feast upon me

Grasping at me

Clawing at my eyes

Retribution

Echoed in my screams

Violence!

Unleashed by those who died

My body decimated

For eternity

No amount of suffering can purify my soul

The debt I have accumulated can’t be ignored by god

The wresthed men I burned away in a moment of cowardice

Have come to tear limb from limb again and again

And the mustard seed takes root on barren ground

And the cloud washes clean the day’s honor bound

And the rust from the steel stains their burial mounds

And the howl of the wind whispers “Death was found.”