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My eyes have seen the gore, aye, the coming of the sword As it ***** the village women where the grapes of wrath are stored For they unloosed fateful lightning of Taliban's abhorred As the West keep watching on Tens of thousands bodies lie a-mouldering in their graves Thousands Afghan bodies lie a-mouldering in their graves Tens of thousands bodies lie a-mouldering in their graves As the West keep watching on I've seen them from the watch-towers as the babies' heads they ***** As they sacrifice on their altars old 'n helpless in their ramp As they shout their ritiosity by their dim and flaring lamps That their truth is marching on Gory, Gory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja Their truth is marching on I have heard the sighed-on writ of paper sophistry That deal with his condemners by twisting history As the demons, born of women, make ****** tapestry As the truth is marching out Glory, Glory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja Glory, Glory halleluhja As the truth is marching out He has sounded from the pulpit that he'll ne'er regret retreat He is giving out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat Oh, be swift, my soul to answer, to condemn the man's conceit For the youth are marching on Gory, Gory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja For the youth are marching on From the ***** of the armies of NATO's strategy To train the Afghan soldiers and equip their military The Taliban laugh loudly as others die to make men free As the truth keeps marching on Gory, Gory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja As the truth is marching on My eyes have seen the gore, aye, the coming of the sword As it ***** the village women where the grapes of wrath are stored For they unloosed fateful lightning of the Taliban's swift sword As the West keep watching on
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Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC
Gory, gory
My eyes have seen the gore, aye, the coming of the sword As it ***** the village women where the grapes of wrath are stored For they unloosed fateful lightning of Taliban's abhorred As the West keep watching on Tens of thousands bodies lie a-mouldering in their graves Thousands Afghan bodies lie a-mouldering in their graves Tens of thousands bodies lie a-mouldering in their graves As the West keep watching on I've seen them from the watch-towers as the babies' heads they ***** As they sacrifice on their altars old 'n helpless in their ramp As they shout their ritiosity by their dim and flaring lamps That their truth is marching on Gory, Gory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja Their truth is marching on I have heard the sighed-on writ of paper sophistry That deal with his condemners by twisting history As the demons, born of women, make ****** tapestry As the truth is marching out Glory, Glory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja Glory, Glory halleluhja As the truth is marching out He has sounded from the pulpit that he'll ne'er regret retreat He is giving out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat Oh, be swift, my soul to answer, to condemn the man's conceit For the youth are marching on Gory, Gory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja For the youth are marching on From the ***** of the armies of NATO's strategy To train the Afghan soldiers and equip their military The Taliban laugh loudly as others die to make men free As the truth keeps marching on Gory, Gory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja Gory, Gory halleluhja As the truth is marching on My eyes have seen the gore, aye, the coming of the sword As it ***** the village women where the grapes of wrath are stored For they unloosed fateful lightning of the Taliban's swift sword As the West keep watching on
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge #sophistry
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Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC
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