The Man of Duty

I am running and hiding

Flashes everywhere blinding

My sweat and fear binding

Steel and teeth grinding

My mind is deep underwater

Time is slow with all matter

All my breathe in a clutter

Blood and guts in a splatter

I am devoured by numbness

My eyes see nil but blandness

Only my hands show bitterness

To all the crimson of madness

There’s no glory for my actions

But I will give death in fractions

As my bullets fly thru frictions

I will rip chaos into tiny factions

For I am a soldier of fortune

A son and keeper of misfortune

With a name never to be mention

Whose sentiments dwell in a bastion

Whose heart is only a truncheon

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