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WHAT IS THIS PLACE I FIND MYSELF, A STRANGER IN THESE LANDS,

WHAT IS THIS ROLE I ASK MYSELF, AMONGST THESE GOLDEN SANDS.

I HAVE NO GRIEVANCE WITH THIS PLACE, THE PEOPLE I DON’T KNOW.

SO WHY MY PRESENCE IN THIS PLACE, NO REASONS THEY CAN SHOW.

IT IS MY FATE, WHENCE HERE I BE, NO QUESTIONS I MUST ASK,

ALL ONE IS TOLD, IS DO YOUR JOB, FULFIL A SOLDIERS TASK.

I LOOK AROUND THIS PLACE I’M IN, DESOLATION IS THE SIGHT,

BUT HERE I AM, AND HERE I STAY, TO FIGHT ANOTHER’S FIGHT.

A PACIFIST I’M NOT YOU KNOW, I WON’T SIT ON THE FENCE,

BUT KILL ANOTHER, FOR WHAT I ASK, IT DOESN’T MAKE MUCH SENSE.

SO MANY MEN THERE WERE TO KILL, THE SIGHTS WOULD MAKE YOU CRY,

TO KILL ANOTHER, BECAUSE YOUR TOLD, WHAT REASONS FOR TO DIE.

POLITICS AND GOVERNMENTS, MAKE DECISIONS ALL THE TIME,

TO FIGHT FOR ONES JUSTICE, TO RID THE WORLD OF CRIME.

AN INDIVIDUAL MIGHT BE THE CAUSE, TO DECIDE ANOTHER’S FATE,

WHAT GIVES US THE RIGHT TO JUDGE, THEN THOUSANDS ANNIHILATE.

A POINTLESS EXERCISE IN DEATH, WHERE VERY FEW SURVIVE,

JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS, MUCH LIKE MYSELF, TRYING TO STAY ALIVE.

IN ANY CONTEXT THAT IT’S PUT, IN JUSTICE, BEHIND YOU HIDE.

IT ALL BOILS DOWN, TO ONE THE SAME, IT’S STILL CALLED GENOCIDE.

MATCH THE ODDS, TOE THE LINE, EVEN UP THE SCORE,

CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT, YET IN THE END IT’S WAR.

SO HEAR I STAY, THIS PLACE UNKNOWN, IN SILENCE I MUST WAIT,

TO ACT AS GOD ALMIGHTY, AND DECIDE ANOTHER’S FATE.

IT’S EASY FOR THE GOVERNMENTS, TO SEND THE ORDERS OUT,

I LOOK AROUND, I SEE, NOT THEM, TO WITNESS DEATHS LAST SHOUT.

SENSELESS DEATH, DESTRUCTION REIGNS, THIS I MUST LIVE THROUGH,

KILLING ALL THE INNOCENTS, IT’S MURDER, IF ONLY YOU ALL KNEW.

THEN RETURN TO LIVE MY LIFE, TO BE NORMAL LIKE THE REST,

THINK AGAIN, IT’LL NEVER BE, MY LIFE’S A JOKE, A JEST.

IT’S NOT HOW I WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE, IT’S SICK, IT MAKES ME ILL,

TO KNOW THAT I WAS PAID A WAGE, TO DO MY JOB, AND KILL.

THIS PART I PLAYED, A SOLDIER FINE, A HERO TO OUR FINE LAND,

YET LEFT BEHIND A RIVER OF BLOOD, FLOWING THROUGH THE SAND.