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Your country’s fight
Shaking hands
Violent demands
The difference?
One stands for good and the other?
Asks you to kill your brother.
Believing in justice is gone
Your friends dead by dawn
Why?
Your country decides if you live or die
So grab your gun
Strap it on your son5
And prepare to fire
That’s your country’s desire
This is their fight
But we’ll see if you survive the night
Hidden truths
You say you wish only for peace
Then why do you let your anger increase?
You scatter their remains
But what it contains-
What is contains is horrid
Burnt bodies and a hidden past
Now your lies and secrets have amassed
Share with us your dark history
Help us solve the mystery
Tell us of those ashes you scattered in secret
Hiding them away in the walls of good
Of how you masked it within a hood
Holding those truths from the public
To make sure your image is fine
How you combine
Half truths with lies
And they’ve intertwined
You offer interviews but mix up your story
Because the truth is gory
And all you wished of was glory
Tell us of your secrets
And how you wished you could keep it
Because now it’s too late
You’ve sealed your fate
Off to that cell you go
Full of sorrow and woe
Woe for your fellow man
How you had failed in your plan
Left only with your mind
You will soon find
It’s a dark place in there
How well will you fare?
Alone with a killer and a liar
Something that would’ve lifted you higher
Has now locked you in a cage
You’re stuck until your old of age
When the world was your stage
You released your rage
Locking you into that cage
Never to get a release
After you said you only wished for peace
Blood won’t wash past
Put down your guns
Hold hands with your sons
Let the truth shine within
Your enemy could have been your friend
But the blood won’t wash past
The history will last
The trauma and scars
Left stained
That pain remained
Feeling horribly drained
And now you’ve been chained
Your hope constrained
The truth left unexplained
People see you as disdained
You never knew what reality pertained
You’ve been dienged
To carry that burden
Those deaths on your hands
The glass stuck in the sands
Stuck picking out the pieces of what once lied there
And trapped within a blank stare
Running and Waiting
Running from the truth
But stuck
You resist it
Running from the lies
But trapped
You just missed it
Running from the memories
But consumed
You endure it
Running from your family
But scared
You weather it
Running
Racing
Hoping
Chasing
Wishing
Dreaming
Filled
Scheming
Waiting for the day
That you’re welcomed home
But waiting
On a future that will never come
The ring I am
If I had to describe my life as something
I’d say a ring
Worn and cold
Rusty and old
Because all my life I’ve been told
I had to fit the mold
And just as a ring
That silly, fickle thing
I was controlled
At first I shone like gold
But my sides started to fold
And soon enough I was sold
To a different idea, one that was bold
This new idea was different and strange
I had been rearranged
No longer listened to my maker
No longer a faker
Now something new
I broke the mold
Not what I was told
Everyone looks at me and assumes that I’m ok
That my brain is strong enough to tell itself to live another day
Inside I’m at war; on the battlefield
Telling my depressing thoughts to just yield
And every time I’ve gunned them down they pop right back up
Someone’s fueling the fire and they continue to run amuck
People don’t see past the cruel insults and rude games
They assume and assume constantly shame
What a cruel victim I am
What a cruel victim am I
A victim set to relish in the pain of torture for all eternity
Only to satiate monsters and demons
Ones that I created
Ones from my own heart and bloodlust
What a cruel victim am I
Made to cry and weep in despair until the tears have dried up
And the cries and yells are hoarse
What a cruel victim am I
Forced to hide my pain in a box
Locking it away from the world
Locking it from those who cause that pain
What a cruel victim am I
One who creates other victims as a means to satiate my own torment
I create from what I was borne
What a cruel victim am I
To pretend like I am the sole victim of this torment
And this never ending abuse
What a cruel victim am I
To never speak up until it’s too late
To worry and suffer in silence
Until that silence becomes me
What a cruel victim am I
That can’t even expel this torment from my soul
That can’t even speak the words that were soaked into my skin
Can’t even express the bleeding pain every time I look in the mirror
What a cruel victim am I
When I see the cause of my pain
And smile
And try to forget
What a cruel victim I am
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