Soldiers line up spaced with pride.
Two long rows lined side by side.
One sole unit can decide,
if the rows will unite or divide.
I make you weak at the worst of all times.
I keep you safe, I keep you fine.
I make your hands sweat.
And your heart grow cold.
I visit the weak,
but seldom the bold.
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