I waste away with every passing minute
looking astute and ready to greet
five minutes until I must begin it
I shake and I fear that no one I shall meet
One man down, a soldier valient, brave
eager to serve the hell from which he came
my hopes, my ideas a few more will save
but if no one swallows and stands, I guess it's all the same
Oh thanks, oh joy they stood, to my side to assist
plotting in a circle, I no more back down
I rise, I speak, I insist
A smirk from a frown
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