Clones
Clones are we, all test tube bred,Decanted from our tanks,
Genetically selected
To join the noble ranks.
Crafted to be killers and
Created to defend
The Galactic Federation
Until the very end.
Raised in rows and columns we
All trained in how to kill
Those pathetic fools who choose
To stand against our will.
The will that makes this union great
The will that men must fear
The will that guarantees the peace
Both far away and near.
Orders come from distant stars
Close to galactic core
They tell what worlds to conquer next
And how to wage the war
We crush the opposition there
We make the people see
The Federation's justice,
It's sweet democracy.
We never question orders, nor
Would ever ask them why,
To spread the joys of liberty
So many have to die...
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