now I got Post Traumatic Stress.
Can't do anything without remembering
a close climatic death.
Used to toast the savage mess
n' boast the 'matic's breath;
bought into the propaganda
'til I approached the ravaged depths.
Tried to leave the front--
too many indignant tombs.
Reminisce as I look at scars
from self-inflicted wounds.
Established reps,
but I ain't no decorated soldier--
they missed the ultimate chipping
of my decimated shoulder.
Reparations over
before their estimated closure.
Shell shocked,
docs wana investigate exposure...
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