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Oily Death
Contributed by
Skippa109
on
Thursday, 1st March 2012 @ 12:20:26 AM in AEST
Topic:
war
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: I came here so you'd be free.
Instead I get to watch my best friends bleed.
All in the name of greed?
Now that hurts.
I can't believe I signed up for this.
While the wagers sit behind their desks.
Will you miss me when I'm dead?
The bubble's burst.
His blood splatters right in my face.
Too scared to even run away.
I know I'll never leave this place.
'Till I leave earth.
Tell my girl not to miss her boy.
As I decompose 6 feet in foreign soil.
At least they kept control of the price of oil.
What's it worth?
Copyright ©
Skippa109
... [
2012-03-01 00:20:26] (Date/Time posted on
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