Blood and Mud
Soldiers march through stormy fields of dark blood
Deft duty drives them forward through the fight
Their enemies sink into lib’ral mud
Tough skeins of battle rage beneath the flood
Of muscle might and politics with might
Soldiers march through stormy fields of dark blood
Lib’ral dust then alights blocking the good
Smothering every glad spark on what’s right
Their enemies sink into lib’ral mud
Brav’ry removes gloom from the neighborhood
As the dying mourn their loss through the night
Soldiers march through stormy fields of dark blood
That lib’ral breath pollutes is understood
Their vote demands the other side lose sight
Their enemies sink into lib’ral mud
Lib’ral press corrupts the news with falsehood
Their sycophants proclaim their cause is right
Soldiers march through stormy fields of dark blood
No mind without a compass can do good
Lib’ral slime blinds the soul and clouds all sight
Soldiers march through stormy fields of dark blood
Their enemies sink into lib’ral mud
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