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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471557" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Collective: The Demented Soldier</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471557" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A fist, a gun, a belligerent soul to ramble; <br>A soldier sifted from colossal fears<br>In sanguinary grounds you amble<br>With valiance often excessively fierce, <br>A turret you held not to fumble<br>Amidst the delusion of mocking leers</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471557" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In times of calamities, steadfast you are<br>Beguiling yourself with such convictions<br>Shredded from a destitute war; <br>Wrath on trigger, crosshair visions<br>But inside yourself ran the scar—<br>The bomb that fulminates the turbulent condition</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471557" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Soldier lost, wield not a rifle<br>For treachery lingers not in your dominion<br>This torment in your head maims you a cripple<br>Armed with loathe of weak constitutions<br>So let the bastion slumber but do not topple<br>Vex yourself no more with hostile dispositions</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471557" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The crowd roared, you shot the adversary<br>The king bled from the mirror of tyranny</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a></strong></div>