Laying Dead On The Broken Battlefields of Life

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And soldier
All armored up
Sun near the tip of sky
Many men
All here with a purpose
Many men
All here to die

Day drags on
So does the w-a-r
Half of the men feed their head
The rest don't bother
The other half are dead

Sun comes down
The day is done
Praying to God will do them no while they march and tread
It's no that we are athiests
It is
That we are almost dead

And blood
Along with bodies lay on the ground
Tensions along with tempers will never be healed
History tells
Of war's fabulous "heroes" through the ages
While rain
Falls on this broken battlefield