Out of the dark, into the light In god we trust, for god we fight Clutching our guns, lusting for wealth Trusting no one, especially oneself Hundreds of planes inflicting pain Pledge to make dust out of all that remains Family of six caught in the mix Mission fulfilled, all six are killed, and the death toll rises Death on all sides, fewer allies Moments of peace wither and die Combing debris, unrency slows Day after day, insurgency grows Troops underpaid, orders obeyed Thousands are slain, all died in vain Armies of hate guided by greed Open you up, take what they need, and the death toll rises
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