I’m an armed man.
I walk with pride and bloodshot eyes.
I hold my head up high,
arrogant as ever.
I carry my gun, fire my bullets.
I plunge knives into bodies.
My comrades are with me, standing tall.
Making sure I subdue, extinguish them all!
Take away my bullets,
My barrel is empty.
Take away my gun, my hand is bare.
Take away my knives, I’m defenseless
Look last my robust demeanor.
Underneath it all, I’m scared.
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