Created for killing
He can’t have feelings
His blow must be the first
It reigns over his mind

Created for killing
To kill an own brother
Without any feelings
Brother is your enemy

Trained as a dog
Feelings don’t matter
He’ll have to strike
A blow after blow

Killing for life
Live and not to be killed
Kill or you will die
And then successors will come

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