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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The never Ending War,In the name of What? I never questioned an order my friend, we die for our Emperor and our Empire, they will submit or face our Legions, ours is a mighty sword wielded by a mighty army, our cause is always just, our aim is to crush your resistance, I am their universal soldier and I will kill you in the name of.... what? Has history taught me anything so far, yes my friend, our armies can cross an ocean, scale a mountain, all for a promise of unimaginable wealth and power, not with sling and arrow, but a new force of explosive fire, I am their universal soldier and I will kill you in the name of.... what? Here I stand on the battlefields of Europe, ours is a noble cause, it always is, subjugation in the pursuit of greed, muskets spitting lead, like giant machines, 42 commands, yes 42 commands is the steps I take to kill you, I am their universal soldier and I will kill you in the name of.... what? DeJa Vu, Europe just like an old friend beckons me once more and just like a Pheonix rises up from the ashes, so does the tyrant, born from poverty, raised on false hope and lies, I am the machine, I march on land, sea and air, I am their universal soldier and I will kill you in the name of.... what? Have I learnt anything, yes my friend I can conquer you from a comfortable chair, my hands are always clean, the whites of your eyes are a distant memory, am I so different from my ancient brothers, when I’m called, I’ll reply “I am your universal soldier and I will kill for you ................ In the name of what? A poem By Mick Hills.
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