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War

April 14, 2008
By Anonymous

The waiting will kill
Life is measured by a meal or a short time of rest
Home cannot enter the mind
It will corrupt concentration
It is too hard to bare the thought of those you love
And your lost connection
The ability to get up in the morning
Is defined by hope
Ideas become so simple
In the mind
There is right and wrong and all those unfamiliar are suspects
It is us against them
Kill or be Killed
It is time to go.


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