7 July 2012
The bullets fall, The soldiers brawl, The bodies drop, And never stop.
The madness spreads, Inside their heads, A violent lust, Within the dust.
Locked and loaded, Soldiers goaded, Weapons fired, As desired.
When it is done, Set with the sun, No one is left, To stand the test.
Battle finished War diminished, From souls to ash, All for some cash.
War Profit • Opuss № I