Hellweek

Silent, silent night
The day is done
Our dreams are empty
For we fear the gun

Finger on trigger
Locked and loaded
Rattle of gunfire
Lost and blindfolded

Whistle echoed in the alley
Screams conquered the manly
Drenched under the hose
All shivering and cold

Boats sailing on our heads
Legs tremble, mental crumble
Infamous and merciless
As the pain shame upon us

Non stop endless paddle
Tires taking a toll
Countless push-ups
We all did a sandy roll

Surrender they tried
All led astray, nay I say
With vigor we struck
Nothing stands in our way

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