Part of your heart was sewn infact with a patch of a uniform that betrays
They knew they could count on you to stoke the furnace
As the ash slowly slips down from my rounded cracked skull on the floor
Tracing the emblem you stitched onto me,
a piece of god burning at the base of an industrial chimney
the grain shines out of that rifle proud tool man
Maybe one day the lines that move you and cut you
will run you off this page on your very behalf
as Your arms and legs form a crucifix Just a badge on an epitaph
Smouldering along the death camp road´s barbed wire logs
smouldering into the bloodstained nostrils of the guard dogs
March to hell, every demon to accompany you
March into hell let me confetti your path right
filthy corpses strung up to the street light
Your victory is the deafening and eternal screech of a curse
Your honour is for the landfill
your glory is a legacy of broken children
cannonfodder waiting for the secret contract
frizzled carcass remains stacked to the back of the barracks
Pile them up my servant of pride, serve me destruction
in souless mindless mouthful strides
Pawn of the simple brain wash, society bias fluid bag
Rushing through the shrapnel, leaking out wet evil
courage leaves you for a better soldier
I need you to rot soon in your righteous pit
Just another grave with your name on it
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