You have just been drafted to serve for your country in a war.
April the tenth, at her majesty’s painful request
Eight thousand men have now been ordered to serve for BRITAIN
the place where were bred,
The place where were spawned as a work horse, MISSION
our countries survival/ im now walking beside armed forces
im nauseous, stuck with a bloody assault rifle
"this aint the fucking time for butterflies"
the front of the unknown is haunting me the most
I need to grow some balls, need to get wicked and ruthless
were there! prepare the trigger, grip it and shoot them'
brave twisted and prudent is the best vow
im watching game of thrones with James E Holmes in my head now
"Get Down" one dies in a flash, terrified from the bang,
but my pride is at hand, so united we stand,
divided we fall, these lions will roar,
fight as a man and die for the cause...
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