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Poetry from within
   

Itís morning again


Itís morning again the whole place stinks

bodies oozing my mind canít think

I get to water and clean my sweat

But half way back Iím soaking wet



Heat and dust with filth and smell

My mates all said Iíd go to hell

Well now Iím in an evil place

The devil laughing in my face



But now weíre sorted ready to go

What happens next none of us know

Into that place where death awaits

Our stress our fear accumulates



Send us in to find them all

Find them, shoot them, watch them fall

Feel your mind slip far away

From gods sweet face and what he says



The padre comes to join us eat

He sits beside that empty seat

The one we save each night for Tim

Although heís dead, itís saved for him



We chat politely, tell him things

And to us each a peace he brings

So off we go to sleep that night

To prepare us for another fight



Itís morning again the whole place stinks

bodies oozing my mind canít think

I get to water and clean my sweat

Will I be back, donít make a bet.


Dedicated to "Tim"

Murdock