[Cobnat]

I sit and look through the scope,
all that I see,
a crusified man,
and the corpses of my enemies.

I have been fighting,
since day one,
got my gun out,
and fired at the sun.

Me and my brothers,
made a pact,
that we'd kill as many guys,
and die as men.

That was 2 years ago,
and I have grown so old,
on the outside my eyes stare cold,
on the inside a hole where my heart beat so bold.

We have all been fighting for a great cause,
its better we then our familes,
I started all of this,
this war,
my war.

I tried to go home but I knew my family wouldnt want to see me,
not true,
I couldnt face what had happened,
I had caused them so much suffering,
when I started this I wanted to prevent their suffering.

My people starve,
I starve with them,
my people fall,
I fall beneith them.

So much fighting,
so much death,
so much hope,
so much dread.

I started this,
two years ago,
drank some wisky with my brothers,
and swore we would die as men.

But as they all died,
and I survived,
I cant help but feel,
that something abandoned us,
when we made that pact,
when they foaght as men,
and died as boys.

[Supes]

Was there anything that you were drawing from? What I mean by this did you have a particular conflict as your point of reference of was tis more a braoder soldiers perspective?

[Cobnat]

Was there anything that you were drawing from? What I mean by this did you have a particular conflict as your point of reference of was tis more a braoder soldiers perspective?

There is a specific "conflict" that inspired me.

[Supes]

I liked it.

[Cobnat]

I liked it.

You know, when I re-read my poem, I laughed... and cried...

Some things we laugh at becouse they are funny, most things we laugh at becouse they are true.

Its to bad...

[Supes]

Yeah, but the truth is often funny. It's not always bad though.

[Cobnat]

Yeah, but the truth is often funny. It's not always bad though.

There is nothing bad about the thruth, people think the thruth is bad but becouse they live in a lie.