Never halting nor waiting for other's backgrounds
Always tearing apart the souls of innocent men, to come to a conclusion.
Showing those that choose to participate their harsh words once said to the other side
As I aid those who walk to kill, I see all
I see the men who fight for their beliefs
I see the men who fight because they think it is right
I see the men who long for the warmth or their wife's embrace
As I aid those who walk to kill, I feel all
I feel the sorrow of nurses, who saw their friend die
I feel the triumph of a soldier, who shot the enemy for the first time
I feel the bloody dirt I have to trudge on, day after day.
I do not own a heart, I do not own a soul, but if what I see is how it feels to be human, I will stay the same for a very long time.
I cannot express the realities from first hand, for I am only the boots, aiding those who walk to kill.
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