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Torn between the war in me & all the gore I've seen-
Won't let em wipe the floor with me, a born marine-
As I storm the beach of Normandy-
Mayhem won't make you act accordingly-
I'm a thorn in leaves thats a chore to breathe-
Give ya life for for free but can't afford to leave-
I'm filled with guilt from all my missin' guys-
As I sit inside my distant mind-
While the water glistens wide of a crimson tide-
This isn't why we parachuted wit' a quick disguise-
A lot of souls will kiss the sky-
But I'm this mission's mind, which is why-
I won't just sit & die, So I aim & slit an eye-
Scope was tilted wide as the enemy gets hit inside!-
What a chilling vibe,This kill? yeah this is mine-
Which is fine, sour grapes, But I can pick the vine-
Intertwined like balls of yarn but it goes far beyond-
A chess match but I already saw the pawn-
I'm a King & will attack until the wall is gone!-
This common song is my strength...but probably wrong-
Lay on my stomach toss a grenade the ol' heave & ho-
The Marines make it seem like its puttin' beans on stoves-
No shit this is how we feast or something I need to know-
Do I believe what I eat? Or am I up heaving crow?
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