Bludgeoned, bleeding, burning, screaming...barely alive. Cattle feeding, hardly eating, waste of life. Forest sweeping, slowly creeping, look in their eyes. Bullets meeting flesh with teeth to rip out their insides.
Rage is a shadow behind me Sorrow is what I will unleash.
It's time...the fabric is coming apart.
Smoking village, torn and pillaged, run for their lives. Killing women, shooting children ...must stay alive. I find one dead, gunshot in head...I look in his eyes. With chewed off lips he smiles at me. I'm coming apart
Burns remind me I am here I can't count the dead, I can't count the years. Into the ditches as darkness falls. I can smell them crawling through the pits of hell.
Like the sun, the explosions sear the sky. Burning brightly, its shrapnel tastes my flesh. I'm ripped apart, I have been ripped.