You are in some pit,
Trying to figer out who is who,
And who are you,
When lightning hits the ground,
With one huge sound,
Shadering screams fell the air,
You lay there wondering,
Where did I leave my heart,
When guns go off,
There just above your head,
You know if you stand up your dead,
You sit there thinking,
Of everything you love,
When the gernads come,
You take a deep breath ,
And you look away,
You think of all the things,'
That you'ed rather be doing to day,
You stand up stright,
You squease the trigger,
It always gives you suck a thril,
You run out of bullets and sit down,
You look at your uniform,
Your covered in blood,
You think man Ive been through,
Something wilder than a blue moon.
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