The Wind-N-Kill Soldier
Zachariah Schaefer

Little plastic buttons and a tall majestic hat
A solid wooden torso has not an ounce of fat

I may be sitting stationary but give my key a turn
And watch me march to battle to make the cities burn

I am always full of joy
Turning blood to rain
I am a little soldier boy
Crafted for your gain
I am but a child’s toy
And do not feel pain

As all those before me, cower, hide and flee
My single shot makes foes a cold ‘n’ lifeless sea

I kill without a cause and I march without a drum
There is no heart beating—just the slow and steady hum

This humming life source is the crank that’s keeping pace
My bloodstained, fake existence is plastered on my face

I am always full of joy
Turning blood to rain
I am a little soldier boy
Crafted for your gain
I am not a child’s toy
Nor do I feel pain

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