Eleanor ... - Just a soldier

I am a soldier.
Just a soldier, and don’t ask me
What’s the sense
In living.

I’ve never come to know it
For myself.

I am a soldier,
Just a soldier on my path
Of war and killing.
Beyond forgiving
And beyond
Contempt.

Carte blanche
As long as Fate commands;
No strings attached
And no amenability.

A puppet with a knife.
Not knowing is so sweet.
What vility.

Eleanor ...

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