We got readied for battle, for war,
Hearts thirsty, craving for more,
made me lock my plasma gun,
and heart was ready for a run.
Enemy was near, close,
and, you know how it goes.
Force clashed, gun blazing fast,
and I did what I must.
Combat lured me so magnetic,
encouraged me not to die pathetic.
Advised like a last night lover,
to be safe, find cover.
It felt like under a spell,
to go on, fight well,
angry ringing of empty shell,
stay safe, come back from Hell.
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