there is an end

there is an end repetitive engaged newer orders where we come from is where nothing returns the service of birth to not come home on foreign soil only to war only for war was i thought of this one will not win this strategy of me a world they enjoy and toy with me you will toil till death does its part with you you tend to my munitions i confer and advance you engaged me and again i gain ground no fence? know fence no place mine handless land, crawling time honored minute, non traditional warfares itself upon the service none shall attend being built in a bottle speak