You see the fire,

the amber glow,

seeping over the horizon.

A new day,

a new fold,

to bring about bad tidings.

Dread for the events of coming days,

gas,

fire,

or death.

For we kill and kill, lest we're not able.

We kill for all the rest.

We fight and kill,

facing the nightmares and the pain,

not for our country,

but for our families,

our friends.

For one day,

maybe soon,

maybe in the years to come,

it will all come to an end.