Roaring fire flys through
Duck and run through the mud
While I smell my fellow friend's insides hut
Crimbling through crumble with bruised nuckles
I wonder of my Missy back in London
Family dinner, partly party
Only in my memory I remember it so faintly
German shots knock me back
I take a tow and a flop but I don't stop
Duck and run through the mud
For my Kindom come I might as well be done
Devils cry kills them all
But now I look at my enemy laying on the floor
Foreign words print my skin
They might be cries or prays of sin
His gun hold tightly to his chest
My Missy would think 'what a mess'
His sea eyes tell me otherwise
I look him once last time
And turn my backside
With a hello of a 'bye bye'
I hear his mud shuffle
For Kindom country forgive me I will be done
For I just saved an enemy scum
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