Old men have a story

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A breath of life lifts through the air
Racing through strands of hair
A sigh of relief gave me inspiration
A sigh of relief hope gave me narration
To a story which is told
To a story which old man hold
To rotten truth of blood and death
As we ride into the darkness
And slaughter our prey
Howl to the moon in those dark days.





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