Pans War Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Your already broken
Amidst the dust
A fallen angel
A taste of evil agony
A sigh then a scream
The bleed is so clean
Honesty kills
Just take one of these pills
They say it will heal in time
I think brainwashing is on their mind and that's fine
But I will not be the matter of subject
I will become a rabid dog
Kill to survive
Kill so I don't die
Everyday a little more is lost inside
My eyes have been clouded
My judgement has gone far south
How can I ever cleanse my conscience of so much hurt and pain
I see more every day
The stench of death cover the floor
The poor have become so poor
There is a rotten corpse
It reaches for my ankles
Begs me please
Give me another drink
Something to smoke
Give me something to ease the pain
So my memories don't leave a stain
All in a dead conscience
What have we done
What have won
We open the doors to war
Now their is no settling the score
Lives will be lost
The greater good hurts worse then it should
Ties have been broken
Wounds have been reopen
Now cower because it all of our dire hour