I am a clone
Shots fired.
Casualty at 100%
Nothing is lost
Candid natural mutilation
View life from behind a fissure
See no truth that is not gain
Sacrifice null to the wisher
Those who fight for value
Corporeal nonetheless
Are made up to be heroes
And momentarily addressed
A cannon is an instrument
With blood the field fills
But who will be left standing
To write the final will?
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