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we the few who are left this day on the field of battle
look on in silent rage at the carnage laid waste
a river of innocent blood flooded this land
left by soulless men twisting the words in a book
to fit their needs calling it gospel from god
only the old an very young were here as refugees
women , children and old men unarmed an made helpless
by the leaders of the government in the name of peace
law and order
now they all lay in a shallow mass grave
left to be forgotten
a kiss to a dying child who won't make it through
one more night
makes you ask yourself "is your conscience clear"
for mine is not
I no longer sleep at night for my dreams are now nightmares
hearing scream's in the night, I find it only to be me
once again living the horrors I have seen
the smell of fear is in the air along with death an decay
mixed with the burning of the tires that light the way
into the night
with tears in my eyes I am ashamed to call ourselves human
for only man and god's kill in such a manner
looking to the brothers who still stand alongside me
they feel it to , with a nod of their head the answer is clear
feeling the knife tearing flesh that's oh so soft
blood flows from between our fingers as we each
swear a blood oath to the souls who died here
yes vengeance must be paid and paid in full
as we check our weapons an make ready ourselves
for what lays ahead
each doing so for reasons of their own
this small band of brothers who have been baptized
under fire by bullets an bathed in the blood of our enemies
we shall no longer be soldiers of a government
but instead we are to become Shepherd's for the people
and Shepherd's we shall be, doing all in our power
to shepherd the weak through the evils brought forth
by evil men
an to those who would do harm to the innocent
the souls of the wicked shall be purified by blood
to be sent on to their maker,a god of their own choosing
we shall flow a river of blood forth teeming with souls
of the damned an wicked
"cry havic an let loose the dog's of war" shall be the cry
no longer as men will we fight, but as dark angels
to men who govern men ,we shall no longer answer
but instead to the innocent who call out for help
where there is none
we do this to try an save our own soul's

D Donner