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Flight from the fight of burning flame,
scoulded, tortured,nurtured lame,
all around our fathers we blame,
no more justification for this useless game;
and around we go seeking shelter from the lost ones,
the ones whose hearts run rampant and purple.
Unleashing thie vindictive laughter of chain shot machine guns rolling through meadows of salvation and sand.
Yet we are strong,
The power that has fueled us is now raw and pumping
freeing the souls of the chosen.
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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?
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