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Born to serve, not to think,

Taught to fight, not to blink.

Loaded gun, a soul for hire,

Fuel to feed the empire’s fire.

Marching lies behind the flag,

Another body in a bag.

Blind devotion, empty pride,

Cannon fodder glorified!

Orders fall like acid rain,

No one wins just for pain

Brothers die in fields of sand,

Blood and oil stain the land.

Bleed for their crime,

A pawn in their design,

You fight, they dine,

Die for the power that’s never mine!

They call you hero, feed you lies,

Where your Honor comes to die,

A medal shines on your grave,

Salute the dead, forget the brave!

Patriotic sacrifice,

Just another roll of dice.

You kill a stranger, never see,

The real enemy Is D.C.!

Flags are soaked in blood

Fire rains, the screams collide,

Nothing left of human pride.

Profit made from holy death!