Troopa-killa

Of course he won't survive. I know of the order. Order 66. Every clone knows it. In the back of our minds, It festers away. The Jedi we love, We'll take their lives away. Can't be helped. We cry inside. But we are mere robots Of flesh design. We obey the Sith Lord, Against our will. Hands cut off and tied, While we'll take blood. I'll one day kill my leader. My friend, My brother, My Obi-Wan Kenobi. I just pray it's not today. Because if it is, I'll pray he'll forgive me, Plead innocence though bloody guilty. Then I'll pray that somebody  kills me.