For yrs I did what I was told
Followed orders thats all
Watched friends suffer horrific wounds
Of both flesh and mind
And still I did what I was told
In the knowledge that 'you'at home would never understand
Could never feel the pain the pride the shame
Will never wake to my nightmares
Or see the faces, I see every time I lay my head to sleep, of men who fell on front of me, in unholy wars at home or abroad
Was I a soldier of God? or a death dealing denzien of Satans army
i, ll let 'YOU' decide
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