I kissed your hand you held it out to me in a song
you were taking photographs of children dying
I was shooting madmen in a jungle

I came home took drugs and fucked whores
you went home and fucked life and decried wars

I stripped skin from my worthless corpse
you put flesh on lost causes and pissed on cornflakes

I hated you and loved you too
you hated me and never imagined love

and now we fight all our battles together
my bullets wake your world you world spits bullets back

We are a fucking battle of love
and I surrender

Every place we ever were before we met
is littered with bodies and shit we can’t forget

© Wolfgar 2019

The skyline spattered by air bursting shells, 
canvas of grey, the birds have flown free.
The Belfry relieved of its heavenly Bells
and the crucifix splintered to saviourless tree.   
 
Rats eat bootlaces through to the bone
then we eat the rats and so eat our own.
God has deserted what we now defend
but the Devil is stoic, the Devil’s a friend.
 
He rides on the shells that fracture the ear
then steers them away tormenting our fear.
though many forget the reasons we came,
we hate those who sent us more than the slain.
 
We’ve children back home in some other place,
but their voices have faded as too has the face.
We don’t look in mirrors for fear of our eyes,
but see in each other our self serving lies,
 
that bear us the wounded away from this hell
with silent dead whispers we never can tell,
of how we survived to be better off dead
then to live it again each day in our head.

© Wolfgar 2019