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Hearts Of Iron
Contributed by
siegfried
on
Tuesday, 31st July 2007 @ 01:16:02 AM in AEST
Topic:
war
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I am here in flask of human sorrow floating on a river of vain ambition with the wind of death against my sails.
Craters for open top graves under a blanket of sliver the wizzing of the bullets creating a melody of chaos with a background envied death.
The blood of the ravaged dead trickling out forming a red weed that squirms and snarls to clang of metal and the clunk of wood on wood with the raking as men role on the floor with rats.
The perverted fear of violence puts a smile on every face its all just bits of paper and harts as dark as smut, well look out pidgins look whos down here.
Copyright ©
siegfried
... [
2007-07-31 01:16:02] (Date/Time posted on
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