For God and Country
For God and Country, I rise to the task
For the Flags that are free, then homeward bound at last
What's this red on my hands, will this feeling go away
Oh, country Oh, Flag, Why can I not pray?
It came to pass there were three. All that was good, humanity, warm and peaceful, and evil, very dark and very low. From behind closed eyes evil transcended good. War was waged, righteousness was claimed. Now war has become a duty and the spoils and the dead are tagged freedom. It has been many years and my war is still young. But, I have found love or maybe it has found me. Love is not and end. It neither justifies nor needs to be justified. And that's right too, Doc. Being young doesn't have to end.
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