we are men to our people, mice to others
our tactics? lethal, relentless...
and we're smothered by the carcases.
but not physically, only by guilt -
enough of it to build monuments.
nothing's nice about this job, but some
like it and just off... any one that they
see coming our way when we're fighting
all day in an array of blood covered
bodies. then we burn the dead and go
on to torture the rest... my head hurts.
no body cares though, and if I object
I'll be sent to death or worse...
the best I have is prayer
and so I'll use it [our enemy's tool]:
father please forgive us...
for we know just what we do.
I'm sorry we follow an evil man
and slaugher all these jews.
please forever stain our hands
inside the blood they give for you.