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Dec 2018
You will go where you are told
Into places hot or cold
You will as I have said
**** that man make sure he’s dead

You will do as you are ordered
Go forth secure our borders
You will follow toe the line
Invade that country make it mine

I will sit here at my desk
To me there is no consequence
To you though
Search your own conscience

If you refuse
You’ll go to jail
Obey my orders
Live through hell

When you are spent
Another I’ll find
To take my orders
And break his mind
Richard Smith
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Richard Smith  47/M
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