1000 dead men in my chest
I killed 'em and let God sort em out
I was high on liquor
When I killed a man
An Arab
That I killed
A stranger
Who was still in my heart
As a flame
And many more
Came that year
So many dead bodies
Where people = shit..
I can't make sense of things
In this mess..
I'm a soldier
Made of steel
A cold heart breaker
And I am liberated
At the time I die..
My duties are put to rest
And as I die I am free..
Though some may wonder
How it feels to be me
How it feels to be dead..
Soldier of God -sEung b. Kim
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