Punctured souls treck on needle's eye
messy, it is the path of tourney
struck in limbo in it desolute scence
ladder of defense many say
punctured souls used as manure
unpunctured souls go a thousand praise
who are the punctured souls?
A mirage to unveil, unveil? yes
punctured soul, dead mourns dead
left and right hand on forehead
always the cross of punctured souls
wife and children at home always
punctured souls, armed men around us
unpunctured souls, civilian at office
punctured souls, always at battle
it's either kill or be killed
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