Signed our last name to history

Plastered on the wheels of uncertainty

Full of live, full of strength

Was the motto in our mind.

 

No one warned us of the hallow

No one warned us of the hereafter

We marched in head first.

Armatures at war, strangers to everything

 

We promised we will be back,

Another lie from the front line.

Back deep in the sand, hands pleading out,

We are surrounded by the soldiers aiming down

Our life’s now in the hands of those we sought to take.

 

As life flashes before our eyes,

We heard a voice proclaim, “lay your weapons down, there calling off the war”.

On the grounds of winning streak

Of those that have laid, hands pleading out.

 

Hereafter, the suffering viciously begins

What is left of the body, is brought back for repairs,

But the mind forever tainted from the horror of uncertainty

The good in a broken man, gives the bad a place to hid.

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