Creative Bullshit: By mommamadeira

A new day comes, new faces come with

They've yet to know, most lack the strength

To endure, the hell I've wrought

On so many come before

On my word, sweat, blood, and tears fall

Most quit, I feel no remorse, they would not have lived

Out the pan, into the fire, then they'll understand

I made them die inside, so they may live, through the hell of war

Like they, the day, has come and gone

I stand in place, as they fade away

If they do, they won't die

The hell wont be for naught

I turn away, to many a new face

Who know not, the hell I've wrought

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