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letra de massacre at my lai - sarcoptes

at the break of dawn
fires rained from the sky
the command was simple
leave none alive
the screams seemed endless
as the children cried
herded for slaughter
they watched their mothers die
whence comes this madness
born of impotent rage
the daughters ravaged
and the monk was slain
what devilry
works in the hearts of men
to twist their minds towards evil
in so short a span
horror on h-ll’s doorstep
massacre at my lai

in a hail of gunfire
bodies trampled in the mud
beneath the weight of the dying
suffocating on blood
with sordid pleasure
they struck down all in their path
the newborn and the elders
none exempt from their wrath
the soldiers took turns
but not content with violations
with knives and bayonets
they worked ghastly mutilations
the homes were turned to cinders
the animals lay still
only a remnant of mourners
for the five hundred that were k!lled

returning from the war
a withered shadow of a man
you live upon regret
the actions were so simple
the training came to fore
as your “mind just went”
faces of the dead
staring in the dark
fingers clawing at your flesh
everyday seems endless
the years just melt away
the nights are without rest
unpunished by the laws of men
yet imprisoned in your mind
when you took the lives of the innocent
was it your own self that died
the drugs won’t stop the nightmares
your pleas can’t stifle the screams
“these are the photos of those i’ve k!lled
on display as tokens of my guilt”

when the fifes and drums are played
and the calls for war begin
know that this has happened once
and will happen yet again
just another footnote
in the history of man’s crimes
nineteen hundred and sixty eight
in the village of my lai

returning from the war
a withered shadow of a man
you live upon regret
the actions were so simple
the training came to fore
as your “mind just went”
faces of the dead
staring in the dark
fingers clawing at your flesh
everyday seems endless
the years just melt away
the nights are without rest
a stray bullet
or the hand of god
are the sins of the father
visited upon the son
shuttered in the dark
far from the haunt of men
you pulled the trigger
and none mourned your death
at the break of dawn
fires rained from the sky
they did their duty
and left none alive
what devilry
works in the hearts of men
to twist their minds towards evil
since the world began

horror on h-ll’s doorstep
massacre at my lai

- sarcoptes

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