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War
Contributed by
deusdeira
on
Tuesday, 19th February 2013 @ 04:37:17 PM in AEST
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Rise again my bloodied friend,
with death himself, we'll make amends,
come wash yourself of thoughtless crimes,
for we have bathed in dirt and grime,
for we could not hold back this storm,
and though our lives seem ripped and torn,
we grab the sounding horn and cry,
to lift our rage... into the sky,
let it echo on the wind,
don't break apart... we can still win,
the bodies on the ground will lie,
to make you weep... give up.. and die,
but we will live another day,
to sin... to lust... to feel depraved,
So sound the drums... prepare for war,
come drown your pain in blood and gore.
Copyright ©
deusdeira
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2013-02-19 16:37:17]
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Re: War
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by colinb on
Sunday, 3rd March 2013 @ 02:20:15 PM AEST
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| Dark we fight in war excellent |
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Re: War
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by ladyfawn on
Monday, 7th July 2014 @ 09:39:43 PM AEST
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tragic and beautifully penned,
hugs n' love nessa |
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