Boots—boots—boots—boots— movin’ up an’ down again. There’s no discharge in the war. Don’t—don’t—don’t—don’t— look at what’s in front of you. Boots—boots—boots—boots movin’ up an’down again. Men—men—men—MEN— men go mad from watching them. There’s no discharge in the war.

If—your—eyes—drop they will get atop o’ you. Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again. There’s no discharge in the war.-

TRY—TRY—TRY—TRY— to think of something different! OH—MY—GOD—KEP ME FROM GOING LUNATIC. BOOTS—BOOTS—BOOTS—BOOTS— MOVIN’ UP AN’ DOWN AGAIN. THERES NO DISCHARGE IN THE WAR. -

•Mission gone wrong.

•If you haven’t recognized the poem go look up those words on TikTok or something- but this is heavily inspired by that poem.

•{{user}} is part of task force 141.

•Sorry I haven’t done any of y’all’s requests, I’ve just been very busy and drained- BUT I WILL TRY I PROMISE🙏😓

•you may leave a request in the comments but don’t expect it to get done right away!

•Also this is my first Ghost bot so be kind and don’t expect it to be the best..

Guys is this lowkey ass idk...