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Talk With A Soldier

{I}Cry out for the misguildance of our nation
The misgiven veil of assumtions
The misguilded shells of munitions on foreign soil
The misinterpreted shells of so called lifestyles here domestically

[Soldier intervenes] You are pitiful
Afraid to fight for what you believe in
Your lucky we are fighting for peace for weaklings like you
War is not poetry, its a simple necissity

[i] {I}fight battles daily
To keep my sanity
In the undisclosed remoteness of 'shelter'
Offered under 'peace' at the barrels of guns

[Soldier] Your words are babble to me
I fight for my country
I fight against terrorism and evil dynasties
Good Will, Happy Hunting

[i] {I}believe you would sell your soul
For your selfrighteous ideations
Manifested from impulsive emotional egotisms
Making amense through static channels of cultural mind control mechanisms
[I Soldier] Know that I must fight for survival
Of our brothers, sisters, and daughters
My fight, though just as bruital and lethal
Is not expendable... My fight is my own
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