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My comrades Where art though? On mud mixed with gore I wonder what I fight for? What is freedom but a word Our voices but go unheard My friends cut down in silent screams Nothing is ever what it seems Blame one another if you will Of death and hate I’ve had my fill You […]
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Nov 11, 2018
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