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SCORCHED EARTH WITH A SUIT ON [EXPLICIT]

This is to how the United States pulled out if the middle east and abruptly ended the war! I was barely grown, still believed in right, You fed me honor and sent me to fight, Dropped me in a furnace made of bone and sand, Said hold the line with a blood-soaked hand. I watched boys turn to names on steel, Learned real quick what pain feels real, I left my spine in a godforsaken hole, Came home half-breathing, missing my soul. You shook my hand with a camera grin, Then slammed the door once the bleeding set in. You fucking ran. You fucking ran while we were still dying, Burned it all down and called it timing, Left brothers screaming, allies betrayed, Sold our blood for a headline fade. I gave you my body, my mind, my youth, You gave me nightmares and a watered-down truth, You pulled the plug, walked clean, unscarred— Left us rotting in the aftermath. I wake up choking on dust and screams, Seeing dead men standing in my dreams, Some came home in a flag-draped box, Some came back but the war never stops. Divorces, addictions, graves out back, While you rewrite history and cover your tracks, You never smelled burned flesh and fear, But you sure as hell signed the orders here. You fucking ran. You fucking ran while we held the line, Watched it collapse in real damn time, Called it strategy, called it “done,” Like the war just stops when the papers run. I gave you my future, my nerves, my breath, Now I bargain nightly with slow-motion death, You pulled the plug, walked clean, unscarred— Left us buried in the aftermath. I hate the sand, I hate the suits, Hate safe words from polished boots, Hate speeches soaked in stolen valor, Hate how our dead made you look smarter. You never bled. You never burned. You never paid for a thing you earned. You want to know why we’re angry? Because you got to forget. And we don’t. You fucking ran. You fucking ran and called it peace, While our ghosts still patrol the streets, Called it policy, called it fate, I call it lives you desecrate. I gave you my body, my mind, my prime, Now I live in pain that’s doing life, You pulled out fast, shook clean hands— This is the blood price of your plans. Turn the page. Change the feed. Say thank you for your service and leave. We’re still there when the lights go black— Living proof you never came back.