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The order of things
I joined up when I was a young man
With hopes of glory and more
I sit here in tears now an old boy
Disgusted with who I was before
They told me that this was all their fault
They told me I owed my homeland
They told me to round up the enemy
They told me to give them a brand
At the start I was more than willing
To go along with the view of the times
But one day I knew we would answer
For those acts they were terrible crimes
Of the children we did not distinguish
From their mothers or fathers in turn
The strong we could use, work them, abuse
The rest they were brought out to burn
Society has judged me correctly
For I embrace what I have took from this war
Any punishment given is nothing to what I live in
The knowledge of the hell i'm bound for
