Adam Garcia
Katyusha, from Hell I call, yet for fire I yearn
For a vile blizzard hath subdued the inferno in a wicked urn.
Oh, why am I here?
All I want is to clutch you near;
Sacrifice is all they say
Since they took me from you that day.
“For the homeland! For the commune! For all that is red!”
Sacrifice, then, must be something sacred?
But how could we men be on a holy mission?
No saint has committed such violence and sin,
Killing our fellow man without a thought,
No better than the force that takes all: the clock.
We inhabit this world as brothers
Yet as the backs turn of our God and mothers
Cain kills Abel, a so-called sacred betrayal.
If it is not sacred, what can it be?
To achieve glory for all to see?
For every bird must fall from the sky
And the light must leave everyone’s eye.
Out of a herd of sheep, how does one hop the fence;
Death is all the same, but what can we change? The significance
For any man can lay his life for himself
But one who lays his life for another, putting you above myself…
Oh, Katyusha, can you appreciate my sacrifice?
Can you feel it yet? Is it nice?
Who am I kidding? What good do I do?
Fighting in a foreign land, of myself, I am depriving you.
A sacred man I am supposed to be, yet all I am is scared.
A terrific war this was supposed to be, but all it is is terrifying.
Bold men we are supposed to be, yet all we do is shiver and fear.
Once confident, now certain,
This beautiful facade, a lifted curtain
Sacrifice is a lie, sold as tonics
Pieced together, this truth unfolds, a cure for the bubonic.
Katyusha, I will live for you if it's the last thing I can do.
That is what sacrifice is: being true
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