Battle-Scarred Behemoth

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In city streets, it’s a rare sight to see

An armoured tank, a machine of war’s decree

Not meant for glamour, or celebrity flair

Its purpose is battle, its home is there

 

Not a backdrop for flashing lights and fame

But a warrior’s steed, with a different aim

To charge into fire, to weather the storm

To protect and serve, where danger does form

 

Its armour thick, its heart ablaze

A behemoth of steel, in a deadly daze

It’s designed to attract, the enemy’s sight

Gunshots and missiles, its expected plight

 

Not a museum piece, or a relic of old

But a living monster, with stories untold

Its tracks scar the earth, its cannon roars loud

A symbol of power, in a battlefield proud

 

It’s not for show, or a parade’s delight

But a tool of war, in the dark of night

It’s meant to be fierce, its spirit unbroken

A guardian of freedom, its will unspoken

 

So let it roll, through the battlefield’s gate

With a rumble and roar, it seals its fate

For in the chaos, it finds its home

A battle-scarred behemoth, forever to roam.

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