I was born leading the life of a true pacifist.
In childhood, I played with the teddies from whose acidic
Concoctions form the poison I breathe when the cool gases fill
The abyss that I live in now. It’s the hell the news bask in.
Propaganda equals profit for them.
They show regard for us only when they can make a payment off us and then
Plunge us into a total war. When bombs go off in the trenches
Right in front of you, would you really think of arbitrary spending?
Rather, you’d just want your hand back.
You’d be hoping that this can’t last,
But you can’t think when the air is green, reminiscent of anthrax.
Clouds of specters surrounding you, choking you for not saving them.
When the guilt settles down, you do nothing to show it’s phasing. Send
A letter to the ones who are wishing you’d just come back to them.
Assumptions and rumors are giving them a darker fashion sense.
Would you want your wife to be waiting with a wreath for your wake?
I figured not, so don’t turn my scars into a mistake.

Look down.
These trenches are infested.
Look over,
Witness the world in a barbed wire necklace.
Look up and wonder in you’re really in that man’s hands.
Just stay calm in the cavern. Don’t you dare go out to No Man’s Land.

My struggle is one that I tried to paint away.
My obligations for the service followed me, but I’d pay to stay
Civil until my purpose was found in a gun and hazy, grey
Landscapes. No Man’s Land is a beautiful picture. Ain’t it great?
I’ll shoot them down and envision the deaths of Jewish men
Stacking until it topples in holocaust. There’s no losing when
The master race draws their zigzagged finish line,
Though our bodies are dropping faster in every minute’s time.
I wished for Christmas, I’d witness the vicious killings of the British
Competition, but the vision I received was of peace.
My inhibition is quickening, contingent with the sickening
Singing ringing through the Eastern Front of me.
I’ve been blinded slightly by a brightly ignited gaseous pesticide,
I rest beside the dead as the debt on our country rectifies.
My anger festers inside as gasses pester the climate
And Germany begins falling. This calls for a mass genocide.

Look down.
These trenches are infested.
Look over,
Witness the world in a barbed wire necklace.
Look up and wonder in you’re really in that man’s hands.
Just stay calm in the cavern. Don’t you dare go out to No Man’s Land.

Those days are over.
The modern ways are in closure.
I want to say we atoned,
But the monstrous faces boast
To return to the public eye.
The propaganda still fluctuates opinions 'till something dies.
Even now, nothing survives.
They struggle to hide their intentions
When they see us stand at attention
And they learn the man that is mentioned
Never worked for the cancer to be ended
And by the second, greatness was mistaken for vengeance
And jettisons precipitated, polluting the people senseless.
Do you get the message?
The war effort's for death.
Yes, they're here to protect
But corruption is like the devil:
Infecting the mental integrity
Of disheveled discrepancies
'Till it's level and heaven is
Nothing but dead ends and elegies.
I still steadily study statistics
And focus heavily on factual evidence of misdirection,
History is repetitious so fight for what you see fit.
These leeches need us people to eat, but we need to not feed this.