Pandemonium, Part 1

Sent off to controversy to fight for the adversary,
The thought is stimulating and somewhat frightening and scary,
In the bottom of your thoughts,
It's righteous,
Somewhat pious,
The noble and courageous aspect of life,
Taking it not by steps but by full strifes,
Mind meets pandemonium,
Which meets chaos,
Heading over seas,
When is this going to pay off,
Maybe never,
Will I die,
How will I be remembered,
Body in full or dismembered,
I've been crying and whining my days away,
Remembering days of past grades,
For now my life is devoted to violence,
Guns knives and razorblades,
Only a few know what I'm feeling,
All don't how I feel like dealing,
With my life of mixed emotions now,
I want to rise to be the hero of the hour,
But how,
When I feel like a coward,
Say goodbye to my parents,
My family,
My daughter dear Ericka,
Im just the typical pre-war soldier of America

*Look for Pandemonium Part 2*