WAR04

Member since 2001 · Posted 12 Oct 2004 · 1 comment

Young pawns die on crimson sand, As old men bluster and make a stand. Spinning ââ¦freedom, rights and noble deedâ¦â While lining pockets and feeding greed. They tally the dollars, we tally our dead. The one constant being, the machine remains fed. Oh heinous act, oh mortal sin, Killing the future while nobody wins.

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