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Mother’s sons lie extinguished

In a field named victory

Rivers collect blood

On a downhill run to peaceful sea

Their shells left abandoned

And ghost’s left to roam

A stench of decay it cast’s

You walk alone

On the tree line two men appear

Your best friend and enemy too

Then call out to warn your own

But realize they can’t hear you

Your ruminations proceed to fill

And crush your head

You start to hear them speak

The language of the undead

Translucent terror

Old tales of horror

For a just cause do you fight

Unforgiving law and order

Offer our sons and daughters

An exponent without sight

A ruling fist and a slaying sword

Unite your fools and protect your shores

As your wrathful past has shown

From the crooked cross to the rising sun

The blue and gray and Vietnam

Wars’ wings ash have flown

With day break comes broken lives

Laid down with a guilded hand

Your chest cut open wide

By a stranger yet a hate filled man

Once again the rotting piles

Shake you to your senses

Now family’s loved ones hang from trees

And are caught in fences

A battlefield moon will test a man

There is no sleep the eyes just close

A hill is home and the war sun black

Kill as many as you can that you don’t know

Mother is now weeping at the name on the wall

Father’s heart gave out the day they received the call