Nadala The heavy sunset Low sun breaks the horizon, Burnt red and flaming gold. For a gun and amo, I simply sold my soul. I brought into this landscape, Charred and dressed in flame. Raised my rifle at my rival Without knowing his name, Took his life. A mindless dog. I entered into game. Now I stand in shadow, like the others hollowed out with shame. Your sieze and comand fantasys, Invade my mind, a guilty little disease. I watch the childen playing allies, Inside me my heart begins to freeze. Can you not see what is on your Television, Instead of what you wish to be in your head? I plead to you don't take pleasure, Think about how much the people have bled. There are no sides in this, just foolish children being mislead. I will always be at war one way or another, Fighting for our freedom, Or the confusion of a mother. Who has lost her children to my hands, Knows me as the devil in her lands, Despises me and wishes I were dead. Her thoughts of me by visions feed, Of corpses naked laying face down, Of victims washed in rain on muddy ground. Yes If i were a picture, They would paint me a black void. Still consider me a face of honour, Though war has left my soul broken and paranoid.