true freedom they give us no slaughter too sacrilegious the smoke clears on bloated bodies i feel safe now do they want me service we fought there in the jungles i saw nothing i felt no enemy we died there in the foxhole my companion lay bleeding in my arms so proud pride so quick to murder for posterity hatred trained to operate manually
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