A/N: This is a short poem that I whipped up very quick and well, it's not as good as I thought it would be. I'm writing another one, which I think has a much more deeper feeling to it. But in the end, you the readers are the judge so tell me what you think! R&R+C&C ^ ^
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Thoughts of the Perfect Soldier
I don't want any part;
In a battle-wrought universe
with pointless pain and destruction
Where the deaths of many
don't receive any regard;
Where the people you protect
are the ones that oppose you.
What's the meaning of fighting...
If there are only traitors
on both sides?
What's the point of going
on...
If I'm nothing but a soldier?
Stripped away of all emotion;
Trained as an assassin,
the perfect soldier.
Raised from childhood, one
purpose in mind,
To be nothing but an analytical
monster.
All I can do is keep on fighting;
This was what I was brought
up to be.
A heartless soldier trained
for destruction.
That's all I am; that's
all I'll ever be.