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The Tinkerer Jan 2015
I* am a soldier
I defend my Honour
I defend my owner?
I am a soldier
I am a holder
Of what am I the holder?
Of justice, of peace?
Or of a diplomatic *greed
?
I am a soldier
I will get older
But in my head,
The war is never over**.
To soldiers. Soldiers of every country, of every post, on every side.
Not everyone is blind to the service, to the sacrifice. Thank you.
The Tinkerer Jun 2013
A million ways to die,
But to die without a smile,
Without a glint of light in the eyes.

Without a soul by your side,
Nor a love in your life.

Remnants, none to find
Descendants none,
The end of the line.

This is no way to die.

It is not death,
When there never was life.

— The End —