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In line they stand
Despair in their eyes
War machine
Creeps down their spine
All of creation
Stand test of time
When two gods collide
With their names they die
Who's the master?
God named Profit
Nice day to die
Blood covers the ground
In body bags it's fun to be
It's dark and quiet, and not so spacious
Back at home they'll be honoured as heroes
For god and country nothing but zeroes
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