Wehrmacht! Under my command thousands proudly fighting Lines drawn Rolls of concertina barely slow the onslaught Overrun Allies quickly belching forth from the trenches Give the order God help me…
And the mustard seed takes root on barren ground And the cloud washes clean the day’s honor bound And the rust from the steel stains their burial mounds And the howl of the wind whispers “Death was found.”
How could I know? The memory of bodies…wrenching, haunting me Hearing them scream The blistering, tearing at their skin…futily Watching them die! Their suffering, such fearsome wounds, I can’t clear it from my head It’s too much to bear! My Luger releases me, Peace?
And then, I awaken…
I find myself adrift upon a lake of fire Twisted faces on the shore wait to greet me The apocalypse revealed as I begin to weep And the dead arise eagerly to feast upon me
Grasping at me Clawing at my eyes Retribution Echoed in my screams Violence! Unleashed by those who died My body decimated For eternity
No amount of suffering can purify my soul The debt I have accumulated can’t be ignored by god The wresthed men I burned away in a moment of cowardice Have come to tear limb from limb again and again
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