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Victorious or defeated makes no difference. Rising from the dirt, rising to fight on. A village in dust, a city in ruins, a nation's weep. Victorious or defeated makes no difference, fallen on both accounts. Faces and figures from another era, unkown but familiar somehow…   Hopes and dreams in ruins, with vengeance in their hearts and compassion lying within their souls. For hope might rise again, a beginning of another era. Fallen watching from afar, war does not determine who's right or wrong only who's left to remember...
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
Fallen
Victorious or defeated makes no difference. Rising from the dirt, rising to fight on. A village in dust, a city in ruins, a nation's weep. Victorious or defeated makes no difference, fallen on both accounts. Faces and figures from another era, unkown but familiar somehow…   Hopes and dreams in ruins, with vengeance in their hearts and compassion lying within their souls. For hope might rise again, a beginning of another era. Fallen watching from afar, war does not determine who's right or wrong only who's left to remember...
Dimitrios
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
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