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Suicidal Happiness

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As we fall


He falls, cold and unmoving, on to the ground.
Everything is so cold, so fast, I can’t make a sound.
Instantly I’m sorry and I think of how this came to be
Maybe he loved this war or maybe he hated it like me
I’m snapped back into reality as I hear my best friend fall
I look at his murderer and kill him without thinking at all
This now hits me about all these men are here to do
They are all here to slaughter, like I’m meant to, to
I realise that not one of these people are a t all like me
Their goal is death and victory, uts the only goal they see
They never wanted peace, it never crossed their mind
‘Honor to die for our country’ they say, it’s the only happiness they could find
I try to duck behind the trenches and my feet squelch in mud
All of our army’s men fall and crash with a thud
I realise I don’t want this war, I rather die
I never understood the reasoning or why
I don’t want this, I’m ready to die but I’ve got a plan
I will die ‘with honor’, sick and with a torn soul as I run into the no-mans land

Submitted: Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 08, 2013
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