Look, old man, I fight for me, myself that is, for
those close to me and for the civilian population, that is of course
those who I see fit, and when time comes for those to fall they will,
executed in a public plaza as enemies of the state, their bodies
burned to a crisp and bones grind
to dust which we'll use to build a road that leads straight into the
main plaza and when people ask, and oh they will ask, why the road is
white we can tell them that their white peace, that peace they can
now walk over freely without anyone stopping them, was built from the
scattered ashes of the enemies and allies of this great Nation so
that no one can recognize Heroes from Traitors.
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