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I Can't Take it Anymore
The excitement was exhilarating
 Today was finally the day!
 I was to be drafted,
 The Communists would pay!
 
 We left to the land of Vietnam
 To do what was right
 We were here to stop the insanity
 We were here to fight!
 
 I held a rifle in my hands
 It felt so light and easy to hold,
 I listened to my General’s commands
 Knowing he knew what to do.
 
 But the place smelled horrible
 It made me want to throw up,
 This was all deplorable,
 I thought that I would die.
 
 A battle had begun,
 It was easy to tell
 I heard the shot of a gun
 And I was surely in Hell.
 
 They were killing and shooting
 And murdering and doing
 Everything they could
 To keep themselves alive.
 
 The bodies began to hit the floor
 The screaming, the yelling,
 “I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!”
 It was horrifying, just make it stop!
 
 I didn’t want to be there
 No, not anymore
 Because this place wasn’t worth it
 What was this all for?
 
 Just kill me, kill me now!
 Get it over with fast
 Because I can’t handle this torture
 I can’t be the last!
 
 They continued to fall,
 Dying a slow, painful death…
 They were all coming close
 To dying of the Reaper’s breath.
 
 It pulled itself upon them,
 I didn’t know what to do
 It was far worse then Hell
 That I knew was true.
 
 No longer could I stand it,
 I crouched down and cried
 I didn’t want to be here anymore
 All of my comrades died.
 
 What was I thinking?
 Entering this war…
 I can’t wait until two years is over
 For now, I don’t know what I’m fighting for.
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really well written! I love the message and the emotion you convey, all while rhyming