I am the Perfect Soldier.



I am the Perfect Soldier, Crafted by the hands of war. I fight because I am ordered to, In this ever chaotic war. I never questioned my instructors, Always done what is told.

I am the Perfect Soldier, Akin to a puppet, Always doing as instructed.

I am the Perfect Soldier, Trained in so many ways, To repress these emotions. But all seem to fail, At the end of my first operation When an innocent was lost.

Yet how Fate plays, Is cruel and unfair. But I will never be different Because I am the Perfect Soldier, That was crafted by the men of war.