True Patriot
Guns
Knives
Bombs Blood
If you want this?
You want to be Uncle Sams' son
Heat
Stench
Burning flesh
Hells just the begging of a war never won
What they don't tell you
When you become
Uncle Sams' son
Death
Pain
Anger
Regret
You're lucky Uncle Sam wants you next
Be careful if he ain't found you yet
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