Great Honor
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[part 1: last view]
The ground is cover blood
The trees are engulfed in flames,
Your old enemy's glad
Putting you to shame.
You're lying down the battlefield
Surrounded your friends' guts,
Your weak hand holds a sword hilt,
Your sores absorb bloody mud.
[part 2: memories]
You're looking down on viscera mush.
You thought you defeated Evil.
But was it real Evil
If your hands did a deathcrush?
They said you fought for your nation,
For its prosperity and accession.
But did you know that you was not
A main hero in the plot?
[part 3: enlightenment]
You feel the rending pain in your chest.
It's bleeding from your toothless jaw.
Now you're sent to eternal rest.
You didn't expect to stoop so low.
A few seconds to your "honor" death.
Then you discover at last:
The war for your nation's wealth
Only to reduce infidels to dust.
You thought it was a right direction
But what did you get following it?
No, don't wait to god's salvation,
It's a war, god doesn't exist.
One second to Hell
You have a thought
Maybe nation wealth
Didn't cost a war?