Trapped, violently caught in a land
Of morbid sights
Where the warfare is entity
Expendable soldiers
Who are shot and blown apart
Only now to become
Human Sandbags
Serving as protection for
Protection for the living
To survive
Human Sandbags!
The epidermal hide
Absorbs the bullets of the enemy
A rotten pile o dead humans
Is the blockade
Fir survival, survival
Piled to become living
Expendable soldiers
Who are shot and blown apart
Only now to become
As the bodies soon become dismembered
From the enemy fire
As the soldiers find themselves
Trapped in a putrid stench
Excavating organs
Soon become camouflage
Your comrades roll beside you
Frightened you cannot move
And shot like all the rest
Now piled to become
A Human Sandbag!
A rotten pile o dead humans
Is the blockade
For survival
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