D-scythe here. Wow, I bet you all hate me so much. I promise I'll finish my stories, really, I will. Honest… So anyways, I don't own Gundam Wing, and I probably won't any time soon. Oh well, here's a poem.
Job of the Enders
Slash, burn, cut, turn.
Do your job.
Justice, remorse, anger, hope.
Just do your job
Love, hate, war, peace.
Just do your damn job.
Night and Day, shudder and fray when the titans come out to play.
All part of the job.
Speaking, dancing, killing, fighting.
It's your job.
Confusion, retribution, vendettas, revenge.
Do your job.
Mission Accepted.