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Along comes a game,
Named Battlefield 2.
I have been waiting so long,
For it to come through.
I play all day,
And work all night.
If you look at my stats,
They are just “all-right”.
Dalian, Daqing, Sharqi and Songhua,
Maps of places I conquer with my skills,
Life and death are part of the thill,
Watching the meter’s and my kills.
Run here, run there,
Never a moment of rest.
If I care and am lucky,
I’ll have a medal for my chest.
The time so soon has come to pass,
I must get to bed for it’s late,
Need my rest for the next game,
I am a BF 2 solder and that’s my fate.