Made for and by the battlefields,
He is built to withstand damages of enemy-bullets
Regardless of the ammunition, his opponent wields
It can only make small blood-rillets
But can’t bring him down
As he is inexhaustible in muscle.
With each hit unkind,
He is made stronger
This is however unknown to his opponent
Who keeps on shooting
As long as his ammunition lasts
Hoping he will give up the ghost
But the more he shoots,
The more he is livened
Fighting even harder
And getting tougher to defeat
Like an armoured vehicle,
He gets hit,
But still stands,
Marching on to possess the enemy’s head as booty
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