Elite Command Ops, Absolute Victory, & Superstructure

Marines do command great power! As Elite force we’ll devour, Sol’s enemies hour, by hour. Ranking among men we’re supreme. Things we achieve may seem extreme. Our rock hard bods are the stuff of dreams. We reach foreign & domestic. Things we do you might not expect. We’ll do anything to protect! Each challenge we do overcome. We don’t quit, until we have won. To withstand us, us you become. Strategic we love to practice. We’re experts of brute force tactics. These boys are as soft as cactus. We’re trained to expertly kill. To directives, surrender will. For our great cause blood we do spill.

Moment by moment time does fleet. Mission attempts we can’t repeat! To miss our mark means a defeat. These boys in black love special ops, to see the unseen our eyes pop! In our crosshairs great men do drop. We stay young by gathering years, disciplined honed, we have no tears. With our sharp eyes devour fears. Love is our weakness & our strength. In truth’s power we do have faith. Objectives we’ll fulfill at length. Our weakness does tend to be pride. These things truth sees from the inside. To guard ego, we have thick hides.

Trained to obey not believe, its directives we daily breath. Substance from all, we do receive. By Sol we live, him we obey. Strategic nights come from Sol’s day. In love’s presence, watch what we say. Our elite soldiers subdue lands. Effective are all their commands. Each action finds rest in love’s hands. Working Sol’s will must be precise! Since by his eyes, error is sliced. Our commands, we hate to speak twice! Tough as nails yet fun like toys. Hearing our stories Sol enjoys. We’re superb Sol does love these boys.

Sol’s the maker of true success. Without effort his boys impress! Sol's strong nature we do express. Serving truth we will always win. With Sol’s love, we do heal from sin. From every end new life begins. Choose a course & be resolute. Love does support, even hard brutes. His ways are sure, he’s absolute. There’s nothing that Sol can’t repair. His presence will sooth the impaired, & joy he does make from despair. Sol does really love his marine boys, even loves our rambunctious noise! With each word his power deploys.

Standards he sets we always meet. Each challenge we always defeat. Sol’s resources always replete. These men’s health & strength is love’s gift. Burdens of life we gladly lift. Truth as our anchor we can’t drift. Sol’s light is a golden compass. Through each trial he sooths distress. With his pathways we never miss. Blind with our own ways we can’t see. Yet in Sol’s eyes we are set free. Surrender becomes victory! Surrender to Sol means new life. Free of ourselves spirits take flight! Reject darkness & become light! To serve Sol we must love the truth. We must be clean, not the uncouth. Cherish vitality of youth.

Sol desires that we grow strong. In his hearts fire we’ll belong. Our life as his, we can’t go wrong. To resist Sol is most unwise. Nothing can blind all seeing eyes. To fight our sun means your demise. For his soldiers Sol’s heart pounds. He feels every boot on the ground. Each lost boy in his love is found. Sol knows well, what his boys do crave. For satisfaction they’ll behave. Each of our souls, Sol loves to save! These boys love making history, they love to decode mysteries. Our lives become pure synergy. We love to be bold & fearless. Eye’s forward don’t like to regress, our sights are fixed on pure progress.

Sol’s kingdom is like no other, built by our fathers & mothers. Neglect & deceit we smother. With firm families & sound systems, truth does turn boys into strong men. Our minds will fire like pistons! Truly engines of creation, we control every direction. Worlds you see are our formations. Marine men wield pure raw power. Focus & control we shower, our suns will hour by hour.

We are Sol’s might & his fortress. We live for his every request. Secure when he’s free from distress. Our lives serve the progress of time, united we’re a timeless rhyme. We live to hear you say “I’m fine.” Sol’s a living superstructure. The core only pure can puncture. It’s the true source of Sol’s rapture! The nature of Sol is divine. Works of light are always sublime. The life of Sol is sacred design. His genome is a vast army, fearsome yet live by his mercy. Our power Sol wields carefully. Sol’s will provides our directives. We live for daily objectives. Our love for truth is subjective.

Sol’s the object of desire. We’re subjects of Sol’s empire! Sol’s power never expires! Sol moves his troop over vast lands, moving by his every command. The ocean skies, Sol does expand. Your eyes are Sol’s he does see all. Sol does observe great & the small. Head in the clouds he does not fall. Sol’s heaven is made of pure thought. He knows that which is & is not. In this realm he controls the ought. Sol creates what’s good & what’s bad. He’s the source of trends & our fads. Sol knows if we’re happy or sad. Soldiers are programed to receive. With Sol’s strength great things we achieve. We learn to obey & believe.