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Cuddled through a cold womb he was 
Pitch black and without sunshine rays 
Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil 
A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die

In sinister systematisation, submission is golden 
As an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed 
He was like an object that is being processed 
A force-fed destructor ready for abomination

The vast solitude in him witnessed it all 
Those self afflicting eyes
And their fear painted faces 
Made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable 
Hosts to oblivion
Exploring the darkest of places 
Stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck

Every day seemed like an endless night 
When would he ever wake from this void 
No other voice than his own will ever tell
What was real and where he had been 
What he had done

Did you bleed for the cause 
Like the rest of his men 
Did you capture the euphoria 
How it was like to kill
Such a necromantic force behind it all 
They sure did battle till the end

But when came all the glory 
And who got spared to carry his body 
Just pure death and too profound to be shared 
Was it all a fabricated vision in his memory
To serve the wastelands of insanity 
At the front

Life forever lost its innocence 
Never to see the light of day again 
He pondered his last few steps
Into the realms of death 
With his hands bloodstained

Courage and consistency 
Bravery and valor 
Honor and pride 
For what was it all worth 
For what was it all worth