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I'm writing these lines but I don't know why
Maybe to clear my mind
I've seen too many atrocities
Supported too many lies
Am I a puppet who must just act
These concepts are not mine
Immersed in this barbarity
I see what's bad or right
Are we god to take lives?
We just have to press a trigger
But do we feel better after that
For them injuriues, for me scars
Hidden behind their desks
Enough with a word or a click
They use us to defend their deals
Nothing but expendable
Kill for life
Survival instincts and orders, I am a blind
Do or die
The Court-martial or my last humanity act
Keep them alive
My brain has some thoughts, but lost control of my arms
Do or die
Who are we for those hidden leaders,
The number of a file?
Money has become their only goal
Their reason to survive
The media under their control
But not the Volunteers
Those few people who do their best
To save so many lives