Full Metal
. for public domain
(alluding to the last scene from the film, Full Metal Jacket)
Full Metal
The sky is bad outside,
and there's no place to run,
or hide myself inside.
I stand firm, unfearful,
a steady sword in hand,
poorly matched against foes.
No tear shall run my cheek.
No stay of mercy call
I, nor God's Justice seek.
For I am full alive,
one fist against a storm,
and I am not afraid.
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