The soldier is young,
see the fear in his eyes
He knows not what’s coming
not shape smell nor size
The soldier is terrified
inside he quakes
See how his trigger finger
spasms and shakes
The soldier is young
but he’s armed to the teeth
His masters don’t care
for the terror beneath
The soldier is shaking
beware of his terror
For dead is still dead
even if shot in error
The Soldier
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