Hat of bullets shot into the skull

Hands gloved in the rorschach blooms of foe

This pride i wear on every inch of beaming body

Straight on bent values stand my head to my toe

Flesh arms decorated in arms of metal

Earned by dismissing souls from bodies

Blood ties cut by the gunned guile of my nation

It enjoys the esteem at the cost of your sanity

Hands worn by political grime and grenades

Lose strength to the powers of age and morality

They reach for the bullet hat in disbelief

And welcome dark nothingness to replace this reality

–D-Day Suit