I passionately walk as a soldier, the marching is swearing,
And I stride too hard, I stroke the pillar that is abusing.
My bridge collapses after a few bombs of calamity,
Abnormal strikes harness the activity of my abnormality.
Absent generals work miracles, as they stroke their cats,
Leading us in misery, with every strategy, with their chats.
Finally, the war ends too late, this war is always roaming,
It saddens my heart within the boundaries that keep adding.
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