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Tommy, how's your soul? When it is you who brought up supreme beings, and ignore me when I tell you that such things make me angry so that you can tell me what this supreme being might feel about me? I think the shoe is on the other foot.
As for the rest, it is war already, or hadn't you heard? The guns have shot down several planets, and I stand by what I have said, so you have no reason to call me a hypocrite by way of poetry.
You give me a poem about soldiers at home, in the land that called them to arms, but I have seen what soldiers do when they are not at home, and I am not a blooming fool either. I do not think destruction is something to brag about, no matter who you think you are doing it for.
And perhaps it will come to that, perhaps I will come to that again, perhaps there will be no choice, perhaps everything will go up in flames and I will go up with it, but I will not brag about it.
And if you go to war seeking only destruction, then you are not going to war for me, so don't act as if I owe anything.
There is no end to destruction, there is no end to anger, and if you think you can keep everything safe through destruction, it is you who are the fool.