The sight of rotting flesh greet my eyes,
as the smell of death perfume the morning air.
How much more drunk with blood has the world has become?
How many more have offered their lifeless bodiees for the vultures endless feast?
Shall I join them or actually live to see the bloody sun set?
Ha! Maybe I will! maybe I won't!
Why should I bother myself with Life's questions?
There is still much more blood to be shed. Isn't there?
Why drink from the fountain of Life?
When I can swim in the sea of my enemy's blood instead?
It's my job.
To kill as many of the "enemy" I possibly can.
What soldier has time for morals and values?
When our orders are to show no mercy for the so called enemy!?
Enemy! Who is this enemy?
Is it the Iranians, the Russians, the Koreans?
The Chinese, the Americans, the Jews?
Is it Christians? Is it Muslims?
God knows who!
Ah! Here's a novel idea! Maybe it's ourselves!
Could we possibly be...the enemy?
I live for war. I admit it.
I've been trained to kill and destroy;
to murder without remorse or a single tear.
I was there when whole villages were destroyed.
I saw women and children burn't alive.
I saw tears in those innocent eyes.
I heard their heart renching cries for mercy...
and laughed in their face!!!
What did they expect?
One need a heart to feel.
Mine was buried the minute i became a true soldier,
as day by day my soul wasted away.
The result...the cold-hearted man i am today.
I torture my enemies as their cries become music to my ears;
their tears, a river of pure delight to rinse my bloody hands;
their blood...O precious...innocent...blood...
the red wine with which i toast my country's victory!
ha! Victory! Hahaha! Sweet, bloody, victory!
And now i'm here again,
surrounded by a sea of lifeless corpses;
bodies of my enemies as well as my bloody friends.
They're dead to me all the same.
They're casualties of war according to the Government.
I call them human weapons of mass destruction;
Heartless soldiers of death;
Men without true morals, values and life;
but slaves to this bloody war.
It's our job!
Our job to wear this bloody uniform.
Our job to let our blood stained hands kill again and again.
Our job to turn a blind eye to the death of the innocent.
While the world goes on in blissful ignorance.
We live for war.
bloody soldiers are we.
Bloody men weilding death,
to man, woman and child alike.
We!We live for WAR!!!