Stand up against the wind,
to shield the pitiful soul.
For the winds off change,
never changes the hearts of man.
Lost among the fury,
death clings to the earth.
On bended knees,
bloodied palms meet.
Death to one, is a death to all.
Pigs of war, the time has come,
when the bells of time will toll for all.
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Author:
Gammers (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 27th, 2022 16:30
- Category: Sad
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