Defend Zion

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Marching forward, is what I've been told to do
Take the life of the living, it's not my say
What, what, do I really have to?
I don't really want to do this, pay or no pay

As the stars command the bright and evening sky
I do what I'm told to by a higher power
My commanding officer shouting "Let them die!"
All the way from the fortified old tower

They line them up against the wall
Setting up our guns we lie them to bed
Using our weapons we made them all fall
Leaving no mercy, ensuring they are all dead

They next bring in women and children ordering the same
My fears all compressed me, "Murderer!" I struggle to even look
I turn my back, tired of this little game
Hunting down believers of the old good book

I drop my weapon "Enough!" I said full of fire
My commander immediately shouted, reaching for my hand
I refused, called a traitor, a dirty, dirty liar
That's when they took a shot, where I did stand

I feel to my knees, without a bit of strife
I have heard that dying was not so bad, old news
I even heard that images, flashes of your life
All I knew was the commandment: ‘Shoot the Jews!’




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Setting up our guns we lie them to bed
Using our weapons we made them all fall

it stuck the flow, i got the meaning, but you can use better words to flow the emotions :)
it's god i like the over all meaning
keep up the good work :D
<3 Princess of Neverland <3




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I like the lay out along with the meaning behind it, the story has a real good feel to it and went pretty smoothly. I enjoyed it!
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For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein