Army of Me

Trained to fight, armed to kill,
They know nothing about free will,
Marching, smoothly, killing the free,
I now watch in horror of this army of me,

Blood within them, of my father lies,
Nobody can stop them, though everybody tries.
The army was made to be controlled for a fee,
This invincible army of me.

They march in lines, they march in rows,
They continue to march through land and through snow,
My father is gone, his soul is now free,
Destroyed by this monstrous army of me.

They bear my face, and my fathers too,
Not that it matters, their masks are true.
The fear of the faceless harbors free,
Out of this horrible army of me.

I was betrayed, and my fathered killed,
It was not as my old man willed,
The grandest army cried out with glee,
As I watched this army of me.

Line after line, row after row,
Swarm after swarm, I won't go.
How can the galaxy truly be free,
When it's being controlled by this Army of Me?

They are not real, they have no soul,
They only know being under control.
This is this chancellor's, they are all me,
My father, made, this army of me.

They cannot be stopped, by any known force,
Nobody will win, against their lack of remorse.
I don't know what to do, or what I see,
I must give in, to the army of me.