One Soldier Tells
Death must be old fashioned way up in the future. Nobody's gonna die. Tell me when. Should I solicit from the reaper? Must I decide with my keeper? Must I still try to be alive? QUIET now must I pretend? Quit now, must I defend?
And be rewarded for my rage time and time again.
Revision of decisions long past due. Collector's come a calling, where
I choose.
I refuse to be used as a doorstop refugee ANGRILY laughing as I bandage my open wounds. Tough crowd. No self pity ALLOWED. I'm not delusional. If only please.
I'm nocturnal operating without options, ease
NEVER leave a man behind ENEMY lines. All who volunteer to follow fall behind,
And on my lead. All things HOT HAVE HAPPENED with my breed.
I'm a SOLDIER BLACK STALLION, BRED TO SUCCEED.
I know one day i'll be going HOME with my brain HOT WIRED and my broad buff
Bionic body, introducing my new self to my adoring affectionate family.
But for now the fight is on the might IS STRONG. We APPROACHED the enemy
Camp on clever phantom Fox FEET. Thinking. Waiting.
These DEATH BOUND SOULS are all alone with me and my army. All who volunteer to follow fall in line. .....Waiting, ready we pounce 25 down no PRISONERS, no COMPROMISE.
NOW hear this, can't promise you BLUE INDIGO ROSE GARDENS AND SUNSHINE in paradise.
JUST know one thing: Stay the COURSE. We will win. We've never Lost.
I'm a SOLDIER BLACK STALLION BRED TO SUCCEED.
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