Bear your arms; prepare to take cover.
Forty-one through four are years marked for murder.
Suddenly, our poverty is greater than our blood.
Aim your gun at the head of another.
You're caught in a war,
So make sure your chambers are full.
Aim low, because you're in peril
When in sight of your foe.
Walk amongst the dead, and charge into battle.
The ground beneath the barracks starts to rattle.
The infantry and the calvary are barely raging on.
Sight your time, and pray to your God.
You're caught in a war,
So make sure your chambers are full.
Aim low, because you're in peril
When in sight of your foe.
Death can be fun, can it not?
Stab and kill.
Trample the dead.
Cut throats of your fellow man.
Show no remorse.
Shed no tears
Or mercy at all.
Stab and smile.
Laugh as they fall.
Murder we must.
Murder is just.
circa January 2006
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