• I write this poem just to tell,
    Why I believe I'm going to Hell.

    I have enjoyed killing many men,
    Before the fighting ever began.

    My country has entered the war,
    So we'll be remembered in tales of yore.

    My friends have all died, still many fall,
    Listen well for my tale is not tall.

    If this is my final day,
    I have just one thing to say.

    To all those i have left at home,
    I did not die alone