i wish for once in my life i would finally do something for someone other than my wretched self

diplomacy grows pale while the trupmet sounds. this is where we make our last stand. we're taking it into our own hands. the general feasts while his company comes face to face with their disasterous end. i will drown you in the shallow well of grace. i won't wait any longer. open wide and swallow my bayonet. taste and repent. our infantry stands strong. the pulpit and a missle launcher. i can see why you dress in armor. like father, like son and vice versa. sound off for the roll call, this is our tally. but there is no love in numbers.