Every time in battle I ask my self these questions.
Why do I kill?
Why do I shed blood?
Why do I take lives?
Then I realise the answers to these questions are very simple,
I am a soldier.
I am ordered to.
I am ordered to kill people, who are against peace,
I am ordered to shad their blood,
I am ordered to take their lives.
Orders, I follow them without questioning.
I kill,
I shed blood,
I take lives,
There for I am a soldier.
A soldier is trained to kill,
To shed blood,
To take lives.
And to show no mercy.
A soldier follows orders.
He kills his target,
He sheds blood of his enemy,
He takes the lives of his objective.
A live has no meaning for me I just take them,
Blood runs like water, when I am near.
I am a soldier doomed to kill,
Doomed to shed blood,
and to let it rain down from the sky’s,
Doomed to take lives,
from this day until the end of my day’s.
For I am a soldier.
Why do I ask my self these questions every time when I am in a battle?
If I know the answers so well.
A soldier should not even think about these questions, then why I do?
I know the answers yet I ask them time every time.
Will I ever stop asking them?
Or will they stay in my head every time I am in Battle?
Only time will tell I am afraid.
