[Radix]

That Old Troop with chevrons
He thinks that he knows it all

I came here to fight the enemy
I care not for trivial tasks

Don't make me pick up butts
Let me kick them instead

Warriors froth, at the mouth
Inspired by unknown cadence

I want to defend what is right
With every bit of my might

I did not ask for this War
I know what to what I swore

Give me my sword
I will go forward

For Life, Liberty
And to protect fools
Detatched, simple, imbeciles
Who know not themselves
Even as called by nomenclature

[Old Sarge]

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