Kill Switch
Trained to kill.
Trained to see a human as a thing
A walking target.
A bullet from an assault rifle does not distinguish between anyone or anything.
Trained to fight, follow orders with exact control.
The mind is forced into reaction - the reaction of the drills will take hold.
Trained to die.
Ego is pushed too far.
Never give in ethos makes you be what you are
Trained to shoot from close up to afar.
The mind will takeover when the adrenalin pumps so hard.
After such mind controlling damage the switch remains until the last beat bangs out of your heart.
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