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`Green Maggot`
The war rages on and the cold bites my soul
My fingers are numb and I laugh at my blood
But I know I will be ok in the ice tonight
I’ve got my `green maggot`.
I see my friend die his brains vaporise in the sky
I run and I jump and I scream and I cry
The tracer like fireflies bounce and spin from the mountain
But I’ve got my `green maggot`
I have no more strength but I run like an athlete
In an Olympic gold medal race
The cold cuts my face but I care not a jot
I can feel I’m alive
I want my `green maggot`
I’m back in the womb snug cozy and content
We’ve taken the objective I have two hours grace
I slip into dreamland full of warm pillows and saftey
How I love my `green maggot`
© Tony McNally
