A snake in the grass
A gigantic mechanical terror
Armed with nuclear missiles
There is no room for error
My ploy is to take them out
Slowly and surely
My skills are considerable
I am a clone purely
Of that man "Big Boss"
A warrior and a weapon
The means justify the loss
Of a "Metal Gear" heaven
Camoflage of my soul
Consideration to my situation
At the bridge there is a toll
Without heeding hesitation
The life of something solid
The liberty of the pursuit
Patriot to the game
Without liquid to dillute.
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