A soldier is one of the greatest things a person can be, lord knows, so much has to be done, and under the heavens, all truths must echo, deep in the abyss, through hell's gates, along the river, across the jungle and the valley, under the moonlight, an army of demons sing and hum a tune, they gaze at the heavens, the sky bare to them, and they howl, as that fat lady sings again and again, strings pull and each soldier hears the queen's call, the assignment, the work prepared for them all, lord knows, this succulent fruit, as they place their lips on it, and thank the heavens for their blessings, they know that all their struggle and their work, it was all worth it, through the gate, a faery tempts you, take off your shoes and come to me, walk through the garden, your mother is calling...

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