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For the Good of the Colony

      I walk alone,
      The stars above me.
      My steps are slow with grief.
      The beating drums,
      the signs of war.
      Above me falls an autumn leaf.

      Whoever's up there,
      hear me now.
      Please help me survive.
      I may be selfish,
      I may be cruel,
      but I wish only to stay alive!

      Gods of war
      and gods of peace.
      Now be wise and stop this madness!
      Is it your wish
      to see your children
      Fight with sorrow, battle sadness?

      With foolish pride
      and sense of honor,
      I carry off to battle my spear.
      Surpressing, hiding,
      putting to the depths
      the just as deep sense of fear.

      The war begins,
      oh, hear me now!
      The battlecries ring up.
      I rush to fight,
      though my head,
      my heart, my very soul says 'Stop!'

      The horrid pain,
      they damn well got me!
      I pass on fast into eternity.
      I hear the motto,
      and cry out 'Humbug!'
      "It's for the good of the Colony..."