Who is god
and where is he tonite?
Who am I
And wheres my guiding light?
What is faith
And who can you believe?
Is it to late
To find the things I need?
Where is truth
Is it buried beneath the lies?
Who are you
The only one with eyes?


I call it ......who knows!!

Disposable Heroes

So unprepared for the journey ahead.

In a place far from home, across the sea.

Only teenagers, young and their lives yet to live,

The heat scorches their body, humidity suffocates them.

The packs on their backs only make it harder to keep up the pace.

in the damp, dark place.

Walking alone, your stomach in knots, throat is tight.

Breathing is heavy, shaking

sounds in the distance startle the silence in your mind.

How could a place so beautiful and full of life

become drenched with blood and death???

One moment the silence and beauty puts you in a trance,

the next moment you are on the ground, hands over ears, eyes shut tight, crying and praying to God.

How can this be real??

People are actually dying, people are really trying to kill me!

Why did this happen to me...?

Fear engulfs you, you are the walking dead.

For days at a time, walking miles searching for someone or something.

Search and Destroy??

More like Search and?Die.

Why would you?search for someone that would surely kill you?

Feeling?Death itself?getting closer with each step you take.

You are waiting for it to happen, waiting for death and to sleep forever.

The tension builds, turning your mind into a twisted and distorted wasteland.

You will not sleep, afraid you might not awake.

The smell of death, the stench of evil, the sound of death whispering in your ear,

its cold breath on the back of your neck.

Anticipation is what you have become to believe in.

Knowing you will die.

With every bullet, you can feel them chasing you, hunting you.

Watch it explode.

There goes the fragments of your mind.

Insanity becomes your friend.

People dying, lying all around you.

The feeling of?being a ghost.

Thinking you must be the only one seeing what is going on.

Watching it like a movie, but there is something wrong.

Why can't I?stop this movie?

Living a dream? It must be a dream.

But why can't I wake up?

Why won't someone wake me?? God! Please Wake me!!

Screams?haunt your?thoughts.

When will it be my turn to cry for life, when I drown in my own blood?

I will carry this weight for the rest of my life.

Staying alive is almost worse than dying.

You go on, while the others die.

You're on your own again.?Ask to die, but it won't come.

When will I leave this?Hell?

? I live and then die inside.

My mind is decaying.

What will happen if I stop praying?

I don't know whether or not I believe in praying anymore.

Is it God keeping me alive?

Or is it merely luck?

Seconds become minutes.

Minutes become hours.

Hours become days.

Days become weeks.

Weeks become months.

Months of Hell.

How many more days do I have left here?

I don't remember anymore.

I don't care anymore.

I just hope and pray I go home alive.

You're still alive, but something is terribly wrong.

Mentally you are dead.

Your soul feels hollow.

Come home and no one really cares.

Where is my welcome home?

Why doesn't anyone care?

My friends died, lost their limbs, got shot to hell, and no one cares.

You are the unsung heroes.

~The disposable heroes~

Powerful and moving, Bammo. Also heartbreaking.

So many years later, Bammo, we care.

And that's a big part of why we're all here. To get the bastards who start these pointless wars OUT OF OFFICE.