I was born
By the human hand.
We're their creation,
We serve our part.
No one could predict their fates,
No one asked for it,
But we have no choice.

I never expected this,
That I would take lives.
When the bullet goes through me,
An unmanageable sting.
Once I realize
What had happened,
The soldier in front falls down.

Every time the trigger is pulled,
I am devastated by the loss of life.
A pointless war,
Both sides dying for nothing,
Only for the corrupt.
Most even died of disease.
117 is my death count.

I hear the humans every night,
Doing something called "praying."
I learned the words,
And I soon prayed for this hell to end.
It eventually did,
And I hoped I will live in peace
And serve to repay for my sins.

But I'm dismantled and melted,
Never getting a second chance,
Never even getting a first.