The world lay on the canyon wall, the four winds blow and shake us all Life goes on unknowing of the dread that should face us all Powers beyond us smile, laughing as we live on ignoring the warning calls I find myself for once afraid, I really see myself, and I am ashamed I failed to beat the battle drum before the tragedy had come to close Wondering how much time I have to wash my blood stained robes I will rise, pure once again, I will lead the soldiers in battle hymn Prepare to fight, prepare to die, we may lose a battle one last time But beware enemy who uses genocide, we will be the army of those who died.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:47:53 +0000
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