Machine Gun Man

The indoctrination of a young man with the will to kill

Once a pure mother’s son
With a tender heart
Now a corrupted man,
In the fray
He will stay
To be torn apart,
From the dawn
Marching on
So the end can start

Letting go
All he knows
With a harrowed cry
Casting off sense of self,
Stoic gaze
Through the haze
With a final sigh,
Train the will
For the kill
Peace of him must die

Killing is not a sin
Under righteous guise
Who was he to contend,
He’s been sold
Blood is cold
Without discerning eyes,
He can see
What needs be
Can’t peer through the lies

He makes haste
Laying waste
To the nameless Foe
Subtle sole intention,
As a flood
Taken blood
Makes the green grass grow,
Filling souls
Full of holes
No remorse in tow