The outcome of weak words; and frail meanings

It's going to burn like no other words that have ever touched raw skin.
But I suppose that's something that isn't new to this world, we're going to feel this eventually.
I've ran out of metaphors to show the ties of life, but I might have one left up my sleeveless shirt.
Strap the gear, we're preparing for a war, and this one I don't plan on coming back.
I guess it's safe to say there won't be any guilt at the end of this whole ordeal.
Rejoice because it has started to begging the end, and only we can comprehend.
Next time it's probably best to learn, grass isn't as soft as you think, nor is ink on a paper.
We are the society that steps off of other people's work, and this is my subtle way of breaking the steps.
I'm not expecting everyone to comprehend, I'm just expecting people to get ready for what war they have brought themselves into.
I came to this realization that I'm not going to make it out of the blast concussion, but my memory will. It may be a while from now, but it'll come eventually.
I'm not scared of reality, I'm just frightened that my imaginations are my reality.
If you could think of the unthinkable, what would you think of that thought?
Uh, oh, rhetorical questions, I'm eager to know how this one will be answered.
But instead I'm going to think about it a little bit more.