war

poem about war

while the bombs are falling
my enemies are calling
they want us to stop
there dead bodies i stand ontop
all my allies are dead
from my enemies they bled


are great crusade
just to get paid
just for our boss
fighting for the cross
trying to fight for the light
with all of our might


we are meant to be brave
where digging our own grave
we are playing are part
its becoming an art
we are part of the devils deal
over time we will heal

war is not the answer