Spike-protein soldiers
Living in the land of Nod
Such is the fate for many
Who were never spared the rod
They create an agitation
A feeling of unrest
Attack without provocation
As their leaders know what's best
While the papers tell their lies
To make it all seem justified
The beast attacks itself
A violent juxtaposition
Where rhyme and reason join the melt
Drop a bioweapon into the bloodstream
And chaotic reactions will ensue
The body only follows orders
While the demons push it through
The body always has been subject
To its share of sorrow and pain
There's always something wants to kill it
Even on its best of days
But now the dice are loaded
As the toxins run their course
Both the inner and the outer
Will maintain their lethal force
"I am only taking orders"
Said the soldier to the slave
"But with what I've been injected
You had better dig two graves"
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