Make pEaCe
let lies
have the rest
Head toward
battles in their
bullet filled best
where no1's
Not going
where no 1's
Not been
2 march round
in circles and
silently scream
there's bl00ds 2 be
called 4 and
more bl00d 2 spill
Push
WITH
YOUR
FRONT
2 storm
OUR
La$t HiLL
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