Seven Hells

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My grandpa fought in the First World War my daddy died in World War II they fought the good fight for freedom's sake so I will do my duty too. The leering face of my Uncle Sam his finger's pointing right at me I need you now, son, in Vietnam to do my dirty work for me....and make 'em free! Yeah, free to slave away for my democracy free to make my shoes and drink my Coca Cola well let me ask you this what price is freedom? I'll tell you what price.... the lowest we can get Dawn patrol---was a rainy night rumors of the enemy we got caught in a firefight two men down in front of me I'm spraying lead from my M-16 like water from a garden hose shooting shapes in the morning mist I thought I shot my deadly foes...how could I know? As I run through the jungle to see what it was I killed oh my God! A mother and her baby child What have I done? 'cause these people ain't no fucking Nazis this is just their home Brother in arms I fear it's too late a babe in her arms my smoking gun has sealed their fate and it's too late So now I hang from a jungle tree captured by the Vietcong steely knives smiling up at me they split my guts and now they're gone I done them wrong Wrong to see so many people die for ill-thought ideas sucked up and spit out by the war machine you tell me some wars are just...I guess but let me tell you this most are just war A vision beckons me beyond the pain endorphins carry me to a higher plain I'm tripping harder than I ever have before oh, future's locked away I open up the door to more misfortune I'm a solider of misfortune I see my nephew now grown to be a man he is a soldier too, but in the desert sand oh no! shot full of holes he's bleeding on the ground I hope his cause was just and not another round of more misfortune He's a soldier of misfortune.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

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Man and woman try to keep a tie While looking at what passes by Village thieves and all the tramps Somewhere someone left some gaps Look before you leap my friend Should God take you in his hand It's a very small price for your sins you spend And there's a man with a pitchfork around the bend Alright! The evil churns, you'll start to burn But will you crack, You can't turn back, oh no Review all of your choices now There's no one 'round to show you how But the hand comin' down has-a reached it's end You know who's still around the bend

Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 11, 2025

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