The Torture

Blood soaked despair

Creating an air of paranoia

Where brothers fear each other

And kill without question

Shooting in all directions

Trampling each other, cudgeling deaths

The sickness grips right at the throat

Diabolical means, proving the point

Of human weakness

Tactically implemented paradigm

Designed in the laboratory

Men losing control of their minds

Hallucinating horrific distortions

Flesh feeding the military machine

Bringing troops to their knees

Begging for relief

That will only come in some form of death

Choking on blood, ripping apart

Gutted corpses, stale the stench

Of powder and rot, loud the sound

Of endless bombs, horrific the sights

Choking on blood, ripping apart

Gutted corpses, stale the stench

Of powder and rot, loud the sound

Of endless bombs, horrific the sights

Not one stands still

Researchers examine

Remains they created

By subjecting these poor souls

To the torture