Another war has just begun,
And this time it wasn't fun,
What kind of war IS fun, anyway?
Casualties everywhere, everyday!
The warring nations aren't giving up,
Won't be long 'til their times are up,
Like the sirs Ghost and Soap,
The former killed with a friend, no hope,
Their general betrayed them, they were too late,
When Death came and their souls Death ate,
Darn General Shepherd did those kills,
No shiver up his spine, nor some chills,
Not guilt he felt, killing his mates,
Of which feeling, it was hate.
Still though, what a way to die
To die from a plan that was quite sly,
And shot and killed by your general,
Who didn't make it to your funeral.
Sometimes a war does have its ups, though,
Yes, trudging hard through the thick snow,
And getting shot, several times,
Getting pissed at sometimes,
Feeling guilt at a loss of a friend,
Whose life had only recently end,
Or you, too, almost dying from a wound,
Lying, almost dying on the ground.
A battle you had volunteered,
Yet in the end, your death has neared,
But still, there's hope, for everyone,
If only things were as bright as the sun.