
05-06-2007, 03:16 PM
Field of soldiers guns and blood every were
Not knowing who will pass away in blood
For blood is in the air no way to hear
Seeing comrades dieing in your very eyes
Stay strong don't give an inch to the living
For the mustered gas and the deaths it holds
Death follows for the lives of the living
Hearing the bullets zipping over head
Hearing the screams of pain from the hard led
When will this endless nightmare end my life
The bombs going off right next to my head
I will die soon like the rest of my men
I can't take the pain i will soon be dead
The pain is fading now that i am dead
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