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I am riding through the Borderlands


That place of harsh, arid beauty


Carrying out observation for 


This period of detached duty.


It is that time of day,


The setting sun at my back


And my sensors tell me aliens


Are following my track.


 


It is time to sleep


Until first light;


There is a time to run


And there is a time to fight.


Tomorrow will tell 


Which it will be.


Tomorrow may be 


The proving of me.


 


The code of conduct tells me  


Only to kill as a last resort


But I am here alone


With no resort to any support.


Did the writers of the Code


Ever face the prospect of strife


Did the writer of the Code


Ever have to risk their life.


 


The sensors will warn


When the aliens are near


Automatically broadcast 


A warning they will hear.


Tomorrow in these Borderlands,


This place of harsh and arid beauty,


Will it be talk or fight 


In the performance of my duty.



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