Sludging it out
Trudging the trenches
Trying to breathe through a mask that doesn't work
I didn't ask for this
I didn't want to be the price paid
For three meters of dirt

Fix the bayonets
Heart pumping
Hear the whistle blow
Start running
I'm not thinking of crown or country as I make this fateful dash

The curse of generations past

The souls of the dead
point the hollow finger
The souls of the living
Hang their heads
All one
Packed into a megaton
The shockwave reverberates

Here I sit
An easy-chair killer
Don't even have to look em in the eye
But I do have to choke back
bile and tears
In the mirror
A mug-shot unclassified

Burned upon the screen
An image
Of the last they'll ever breathe
So distant...
But I know that it's more than pixels as I go ahead and press the button

The curse of generations now

The souls of the dead
Point the hollow finger
The souls of the living
Hang their heads
All one
Packed into a megaton
The shockwave reverberates

Ever changing
The face of war
Beneath the visage
The devil remains the same
Ever the same

Some
Deny
The consequences
A lie
Un-telling it, I
Can see my face
It died
Under the fear
The pride
Of those who would gain
Their shallow desire and

Douse
The
World
In flame

Drown
All
Hope
In blame

All murdered the same

A flashpoint hymn
Can't be unsung
Seared into the tongues
Of those who can no longer bear witness
To the
Endless circuit
Sublimated
Body and spirit, tectonic demise
Irradiated
Eyes
Scorched
Retina
Vaporized
Inhale
The charred
Chemical noxious skies
Ingest our disease

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