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From A to B.

From Strength to Strength.

From the Volga to the Rhine,

I have to march.

No, Not a machine, not a cog,

I am not an idea’s dog.

I just don’t cry that’s all.

Victory, is for those,

Who can break,

Break every single bone.

Lindsaar was weak.

And Bones are for the strong.

Not that I am inhuman,

Not that I don’t understand.

It’s Just that I know,

How it all ends.

I admire those, who

Can walk it alone, who,

Can squash the punji, and

Wipe away the blood.

All for a cause,

All for a naught.

Its, just that I know,

They crash, or if you will, rot.

Now the Rhine is far,

And I don’t know,

If it is, what was promised.

I don’t know,

When I reach it, If I reach it,