KAMPSTOFF LOST (AGENT H)

Wehrmacht!
Under my command thousands proudly fighting
Lines drawn
Rolls of concertina barely slow the onslaught
Overrun
Allies quickly belching forth from the trenches
Give the order
God help me…

And the mustard seed takes root on barren ground
And the cloud washes clean the day’s honor bound
And the rust from the steel stains their burial mounds
And the howl of the wind whispers “Death was found.”

How could I know?
The memory of bodies…wrenching, haunting me
Hearing them scream
The blistering, tearing at their skin…futily
Watching them die!
Their suffering, such fearsome wounds, I can’t clear it from my head
It’s too much to bear!
My Luger releases me, Peace?

And then, I awaken…

I find myself adrift upon a lake of fire
Twisted faces on the shore wait to greet me
The apocalypse revealed as I begin to weep
And the dead arise eagerly to feast upon me

Grasping at me
Clawing at my eyes
Retribution
Echoed in my screams
Violence!
Unleashed by those who died
My body decimated
For eternity

No amount of suffering can purify my soul
The debt I have accumulated can’t be ignored by god
The wresthed men I burned away in a moment of cowardice
Have come to tear limb from limb again and again

And the mustard seed takes root on barren ground
And the cloud washes clean the day’s honor bound
And the rust from the steel stains their burial mounds
And the howl of the wind whispers “Death was found.”