Cobalt Gamer
Resident miserable sod.
- Joined
- Aug 11, 2008
- Messages
- 1,740
- Reaction score
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- Points
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- Age
- 31
Serve your country in hell.
Anti war/army poem, don't like it? I really don't care.
He stepped through the front door.
Only to fall face first too the floor.
Arising in a world of gunfire and hatred.
A land people once lived then they fled.
Soldiers came and destroyed it all.
Trying to escape so many did fall.
His helmet scuffed and scarred.
His hands with blood cothered.
His Gun with rounds firing.
His sister he heard sing.
In his head he escapse the nightmare.
Only to awake and return there.
The people dieing nowhere to run.
But he keeps on firing his gun.
A man once gentle and soft.
Changed and now is lost.
In a pit of violence death and hate.
Never gonna return on his due date.
15th of may he was ment to leave.
But the date got moved he rolled up his sleave.
got on with the job, kept killing.
Innocent blood kept spilling.
Until they said no, no more and fought back.
With weapons looted they would attack.
Taking back their stolen land.
Right from curuptions hand.
He stood there when they came.
He kiled many without shame.
Only to be killed just the same.
As he lay in his own blood.
A sound he swore he could.
Hear the singing of his sister.
He tried to stand he dismissed her.
dieing like a dog is what he desevered.
He job done, his country served.
Only to fall face first too the floor.
Arising in a world of gunfire and hatred.
A land people once lived then they fled.
Soldiers came and destroyed it all.
Trying to escape so many did fall.
His helmet scuffed and scarred.
His hands with blood cothered.
His Gun with rounds firing.
His sister he heard sing.
In his head he escapse the nightmare.
Only to awake and return there.
The people dieing nowhere to run.
But he keeps on firing his gun.
A man once gentle and soft.
Changed and now is lost.
In a pit of violence death and hate.
Never gonna return on his due date.
15th of may he was ment to leave.
But the date got moved he rolled up his sleave.
got on with the job, kept killing.
Innocent blood kept spilling.
Until they said no, no more and fought back.
With weapons looted they would attack.
Taking back their stolen land.
Right from curuptions hand.
He stood there when they came.
He kiled many without shame.
Only to be killed just the same.
As he lay in his own blood.
A sound he swore he could.
Hear the singing of his sister.
He tried to stand he dismissed her.
dieing like a dog is what he desevered.
He job done, his country served.
Anti war/army poem, don't like it? I really don't care.
