Plodding on through the sucking grey mud
The carnage fought, oozed by the trench war clay
That in springs past [bad word] not a single bud
For fear of more death or total dismay

Though shells may plow clean the fields
Burning crops and mauling mud
The wind brings only death from a vat
Fertile by cold blood a man yields
Innocent yet mangled in [bad [bad word] 
Spewing bile the gas claims more
Cold [bad word] creeping through the trench
If not maimed long before

cloud of mustard takes half of those deployed
Ghastly faces peer back in black or hues of grey
The grandiose arrogance, victory as agony intent
Lifeless by [bad word] that them did betray

The mindrape of the spectacle of dehumanization
Viral god wields his festering scythe of gangrene
By endless flashes of mortar or the cadaveric stench
Ghostly faces peer through the veil of celluloid

Creeping like a snake from a can
The slithering stench of yellow death
Chemical flame of decay
Burning skin and intestine

Regurgitating the bloody guts
Spewing last life from a wretched soul
Live for life, kill for all that is wrong
He drags himself to safety

Death in the Perimeter
The need to bleed to gain a yard of mud
Plodding on through the sucking grey mud
The carnage fought, oozed by the trench war clay
That in springs past [bad word] not a single bud
Screaming shrapnel, incandescent hail

Where the furious endearment once was cradled
Crippled by crossfire, but firm of will
Ghostly faces peer through the veil of celluloid

Burning holes in his battered back
Eyes and mind leaning on the fair horizon
But his heart drowning in trench war clay
Fertile by cold blood a young man yields
Shredded by barbed wire
Screaming shrapnel, incandescent hail