You line them up
and have them march
to fight for your aggresion.
You have them kill
You have them die
all for your satisfaction.
Who says you have the right
to gamble away all these lives?
And when too much blood is shed,
you bring them back marching again.
Carrying the burdens on their shoulders
of the worlds brutality.
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