surrender to who?

I don't want to fight any more. Chalked nose art on bombs the victims never new, but I do. Author of the cash book extermination of the foe, though his identity be unknown. I felt the lashes and bleed the blood for the sins not yet committed, but surely were. I laughed the laugh as others cried. An accumulation of time I suspect one for one and then? I am ready let me go!