I've been marching
For a greater man's cause.
A greater man's cause,
But nothing great at all.
Missiles dance
Across the sky
As we lesser men
Prepare to die.
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I've been wounded
For a greater man's cause.
I'm writhing on the battlefield
Before comrades carry me off,
To a field hospital
Where the healing slowly drains
Every trace of happiness
But alive, I remain.
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I have died
For the greater man's cause.
The highly born ones
Not bred to fight and fall.
I've been dying
Since my spirit began to fail
Since I finally learned
How the greater man's war was veiled.
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