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Came in this morning

high on a bird's wing.

Wide open minded

but still quite aware.

Followed the sunrise

right through from dawning.

Picking out landmarks

that said I was there.

Lead to positions

by stern faced leaders.

Who never let one smile

depart from their face.

Then with an arm raised

the slaughter is started.

One or two crack up

and start to cry.

A selfishness breeds

in this cesspool of sorrow.

Every few moments

I see a friend die.

Synchronized watches

flash in the sunlight.

As into the battle

we are all led.

Killer, killer,

you keep your thoughts at bay.

Maiming and destroying

every single day.

Is this the way

that you get your fun slaying.

Waylaying in the heat

of the midday sun.

Get out, get out,

go and do your job.

Rape and pillage,

squander all and rob.

You make me sick,

getting paid for murder.

But you wouldn't lay a finger on your mother

No, you'll never ever dream to hurt her.

Hero, hero,

you have done so well.

So sit back and lick your wounds,

because you won't go to Hell.

Take your medal,

wear it now with pride.

Consolation for the pain

and sin you feel inside.