Living Sacrifice

Expectations of actions – that conform
Foreign beliefs – put in position to be killed
You have to go – you have to fight
There's no one else that's capable
No one else would even dare
Put your life on the line without a word
Silent and stealth
Just like you were trained to kill
Your hands are tied
You've been compromised
As the bullets rain down on your hide
Twenty yards and counting
The enemy rears his head
Black eyes glaring hate
In his heart
Blood and sweat mixed with earth
Bloody mess, stench of death
Blood and sweat mixed with earth