Endless fire, whistling death.
The trees are sometimes louder than my breath.
Screaming whispers of the furious gestalt, mutilating both body and mind.
While blind hope and material strength drive our souls, possessing physical horror that would instil fear of all kind.
Both of us fighting, caution thrown into the wind.
Was their purpose as selfless, possibly in the defence of their kin?
The tunnels are freezing and the possessed echoes lurk, incomplete comfort yet a familiar and tolerable state.
Just keep ignoring that my brain feels scarred and my legs are burning, but the bloodsoil leaves little room for debate.
Living afar, ignorant yet admirable. Do they not see what innocence they drag into our grounds?
The pain, horror, the export of our limitless unethical rage that we promise to end what we corrupt around.
A campaign of desperate to ask the final question.
Who will come home, to carry on in this oppression?
I was made to see all, I know this was their land too...
But maybe things would be different, if both of us just knew.
Within this dream I remember this place.
But only now I can look back and question this trace.
This war seems petty, but I feel I am without choice.
An enemy of goals in vain, against most of us without a voice.
They come back sickened with grief, "They're not possessed souls, they could have been more than me!"
I get their feelings, my inability to speak, I find myself alone screaming the same plea.
For what? Land, money, pride and fame?
Even as I see all, they pursuit it without shame.
I once viewed them with respect while fighting in the darkest battles.
Now I see from the top, they bind us all in corporate and bureaucratic shackles.
Stars and stripes, glory and pride.
The generals count the efficiency of lives.
Stocks and shares, money and power.
Executives rejoice while their ethics sour.
But down here I see their faces, witness me with dread on the bodies I tear.
How one can butcher so many, yet continue on as if I don't care.
Their guts in half, screaming while they cower.
Yet not us here, this battlefield isn't ours.
This Kaiser is evil like the screaming rage.
But this time inane, suppressing all under their oppressive wage.
I never wanted to be here, I never questioned this place,
Never was I so sure, as I remember the blood on my face.
I'm here again in the service of the many.
But now I've seen the injustice, of those with excess of plenty.
No currency turns my heart, a language the corporates abolished.
And their grins and oblivious egos, without a means to counter, demolished.
My silent sentence is clear, for my crimes against the public souls.
I will serve on in blind hope, engraved in my name as if allure to a holy scroll.
My blades, my mind and my devotion on demand.
My faith in them to build better with my powers in their command.
But to truly love what humanity can bloom.
To defend the morsels of hope that can nurture it in this depressing gloom.
Yet hope to bury my unforgivable horrors, so they never take my place.
They are my drive, my reason to defend their egalitarian grace.
Pathetic, limited invaders. A body of cold and steel.
Butcher themselves just like ours, yet they expect us to kneel.
Our void consumed, wasted and ravaged like a virus on our treasured petal.
Infected across the stars, what remains are their coffins of empty metal.
Now a instrument of our use, we reign your material death.
In the shadows they can't feel, your husk of our breath.
Corruption of land, slayer of innocence.
Now our hands know the blood, and will wield their violence, limitless.
A trade takes place, your rest for our gain.
Thank you for teaching us how to deliver this pain.
You shall no longer wield the power to question this place.
Your home across the stars abolished, murderer of our race.
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