"Holy War" Videos
Death hue falling on the faces of the streets lost children as the mortar fire broke in.
Nights cold, slipping through the cracks,
Breaking through the walls of crumbling plaster.
Hunger gnaws, I can feel its claws but the pain of a bullet would burn much hotter in the spot light, mounted on the cannon of the tank the prowls.
Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see.
Nameless, but I know the faces of the kids I sleep in Jezebel's lair with.
Thoughtless breaking my bread tween the mine fields flowers and gullies with daises.
Some times I can find some rations that a solider let fall when the wind of life left h
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