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Front Line
Though our body is named
The near perfect machine
A simple shard of steel
Can hasten our defeat
A soldier without choice
A manditory grave
Though sense of purpose lives
The fear still holds it's taste
Desperate in the field
Limited in their will
A man carved to be brave
With such standard to fill
Yet he still fights for us
It's hidden by the screams
He wishes for freedom
To live his countries dream
One eye riddled with life
So aware and so bright
Another eye decayed
Losing it's sense of sight
One eye seeing the end
The other sees the loss
One longs for the result
The other questions cause
Through these confusing times
He battles through the fog
To sacrifice his blood
To please his form of god
Or to fulfill the wish
For freedom for wealth
To ensure the promise
Of his countries good health
He fights not for himself
But for the ones he loves
Though death could be destined
All problems could be solved
Respect the ones who fight
Though you may not agree
They only fight for you
To ensure liberty.
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