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Life, a struggle, to meet the day, |
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When hatred leads life, to take away. |
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On a field, blood marks appealing end, |
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A crimson carpet, in vain to defend. |
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Bathe in gore, fight, mass suffering |
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I love destruction, the pain it brings |
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The hollow in my eye, devoid of god. |
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To say war is pain, a sick facade. |
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Existence, life is done |
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Solution murder on the run |
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I have become the executioner |
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I fight, I die, I burn in this hell, |
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In front and in back of me, bodies fell. |
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Command, no mercy, to any breath, |
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Shoot to hate, so there is nothing left. |
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Inside death now, awaits now my soul, |
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Every hope of life lives in a bullet hole. |
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Spewing of emotion, the shock remains. |
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Lobotomized, Deranged |
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Existence, life is done |
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Solution murder on the run |
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I have become the executioner |
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Life, a struggle, to meet the day, |
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When hatred leads life, to take away. |
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On a field, blood marks appealing end, |
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A crimson carpet, in vain to defend. |
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Bathe in gore, fight, mass suffering |
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I love destruction, the pain it brings |
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The hollow in my eye, devoid of god. |
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To say war is pain, a sick facade. |
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Existence, life is done |
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Solution murder on the run |
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I have become the executioner |
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Existence, life is done |
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The executioner |
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Solution murder on the run |
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The executioner |
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I have become |
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Bodies lie on a killing plane, six feet of earth, |
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Death's sewer drain. |
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Troops of hell, bread to kill, |
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Horror reigns, have your fill. |
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The price of war creeps on the strongest man, |
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Fire power in any hand. |
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Ammunition on my dinner plate, |
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Bite the bullet, meet your fate. |
