Only a child from the womb of a machine

Harvested from tank like waking from a sleep

Born with me, from the first breath that I take

Know their mistakes

A world that found redemption through a planet's dying lungs

That witnessed all the fire that blotted out the sun

Through the purge could it begin to be undone

What they had done?

There is no glory or greatness found here

No tales of valiance or of courage over fear

This is the fate of the desеrving warzone fodder

Those born with sin and livе without honour

By every passing day, the ranks grow ever thinner

This as it should be, here, corpses are the winners

Survival of the fittest, our deaths have been assigned

And I choose mine

I inherit sins from those who came before

Our cursed bloodlines, tainted to the core

From this dead world, the lessons we have learned:

There exists salvation in the cogs and bolts of war

I know nothing of the trenches I am to die on

Nothing of the causes that I'm born to fight for

Only that redemption lies in breaking opposition

I'll never pause in obtaining exoneration!

Not like the masses who live their life in gain

I am disillusioned

Arms wide open, we embrace our fate

My life for absolution

We stride to hell unflinching we do not hesitate

No survival instincts; only faith, innate

Through our pile of corpses, triumph we shall gain

While our cannons rain fire, make the earth quake

Marching to the trenches, then charging to demise

Nothing but gasmask and lasgun to utilize

I am expendable, a tool for His plans

To kill as is needed and to die as He demands

Advance upon the battlements and win this through my blood

A war of attrition

To hinder their progress as my carcass rots in mud

A suicide mission

To bear the curse of life that must seek vindication

Was not my decision

As I step forward, I feel no hesitation

Amongst my division

Just a mere child, born and trained in a flash

Raised as a brushstroke in His portrait of ash

I am expendable a tool for His plans

To kill as is needed and to die as He demands

The signal was given, from the trenches we dash

I see bodies scatter and spread as forces clash

My blood drips to the soil in a ruby splash

Am I forgiven? did I find redemption, at last?

In an endless cycle, I am a nameless link

The millions from before gone, too, in a blink

Those who'll come after shall earn the same stigmas

May the mountains of our corpses earn a scrap of His forgiveness