He thought standing in front of me would stop me

He tried to tell me that the knife isn’t the way

Songs about scissors and if it’s not playing someone will walk by and say

Scissors

Like the guy on the television made a reference to 300

After I called the Spartans.

Flying on the wings of a crow

I pay them in goldfish crackers

It seems I have a fair exchange

I don’t owe the Spartans anything

Certainly not the three hundred

Though I admire their courage in a weird backwards

You literally knew you were going to die and didn’t even really buy that much time but you went anyways good for you

Because they were soldiers

Who never stopped being soldiers

War is suicide

Mass double triple suicide

Once it was how we shipped out the undesirable

Oh yes it was

Canon fodder, while the picked stayed home safe making plans in their tents

But veiled in this cheap

Short lived

Unimportant

Fundamentally inconsequential

Massively minute

National pride

They die often, awfully, and in the slow and painful way.

Who’s to say Canada will even be here in twelve years why would I fight for a country that doesn’t know what its own ideals are let alone who it is where it’s going and what it wants to do with its short fucking life.

You say no, lalala, I love my country.

South Korea

Germany

India

Thailand

“The middle East”

Russia

Hungary

Austria

England for fuck’s sake

Canada if you expand the data range to two hundred years

Countries don’t live

Are you fucking insane?

They die every day and are reborn again.

It’s not the fucking country,

It’s the people who live in it.

Fighting for a country

What is a country?

Tell me what is it?

You made everyone get one

So we could all relive it.

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