Combat report

Sir
My right hand and leg are KIA
Face is burned in 96 degrees
Painkillers have finished
I've got about 999ml of white alcohol
and 615mg of cocaine
Is it gonna end me?

Sir
Shit is in me
My brain has melted
I'm radioactive like Pripyat
Black motorcycle through grey clouds
Vomiting with blood and bile
Is it gonna weaken me?

Sir
Flight 911, carrying death to Japan
Burned with Viet Napalm
Valkyries don't want me in their heaven
They say it's for heroes, not for cripples
Ferryman wants to take me in
Is it gonna cost me?

Sir
Devil is playing his piano
Lucifer is stoned
Murdering little boys in womb
Strangling girls in cradles
Burning old people in their homes
Is it a way to live?

Sir
I'm waiting for help
Seeking cavalry
Thinking about ways to escape
Trying to get up
Closing this report
Should I give up? Or give in?

The ways to live, the ways to die, they all seem the same to me. When humanitarianism dies - transhumanitarianism is born.
Being a human is not enough in being Good Man.
Not everyone deserves Gran Torino.
Over and out.