Sixteen soldiers
Spread out on a hill
Looking for survivors
Where the dead are burning still
Sixteen soldiers
Going street by street
Searching for the living
In the place where dead men meet
Sixteen soldiers
Sifting through remains
Seeking someone, anyone
With blood still in their veins
Sixteen soldiers
Standing in a row
Staring at an orange sky
It ends today, we know
Black suits, green eyes
Guns up, faces down
Three big flashes
Bullets through the town
One falls, two fall
The ground is in the air
Ashes ashes, we all fall down
Thirteen soldiers
Left to carry on
--- You should have seen my Mom’s face when she came home from the Christmas party. The kitchen counter was completely cleared off, every...
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