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Post by MichaelFirewalker on Mar 31, 2008 12:34:56 GMT -5
as now becomes the past blood speaks as only blood can
let us understand how lofty words have bled and filled our souls
steel hands streak white paper nations paint innocence in red dried to dead blood that buys black gold
but do we ever know which ones do the choosing of the ones who do the bleeding whenever steel comes needing?
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