A Soldier Woithout a Cause

A man of war is only complete when fulfilling a mission, he is born a leader but he requires in his youth much guidance and direction, his duty of truth is not to murder but to offer protection A master of survival and of weaponry but he is deficient in the arts of betrayal and confession, 21 shots and 6 feet down is almost always his only submission, stare deep into his eyes still you will find no expression, but do not be fooled within is heart is a raging flood of emotion In a catastrophe he acts without question while most are caught at an intersection, but take away his purpose and watch the empire swiftly transform into recession, Angels with dirty faces the punisher persuades, the wicked can not be saved in a world of ghosts, Foxes with tongues that spit words of fire reign with senseless trails of blood, oh, how quickly in battle does the fabricated legion lose its morale, and a soldier without cause knows that what he's been fighting for is not what he thought at all, and the one he's been following is soon to fall