I remember the soliders sent to protect.
sent with all the love and respect.
all dying for different reasons.
while people sit comfy in a meetin.
some peoples opinion means death for killers.
but if we do that aint we just like them.
death is just too fast.
you need pain that lasts.
lock them in a place so dark and cold.
alone with no-one to hold.
locked away forever.
and when he gets out is a day past never.
