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Soldier on, In war they cried. Blood battled till beaten, They fear the terror. Created in stride, Of their own horror mistreating. I fear the race is already lost, No sound mind is speaking. When fear is created by oneself, Lost is the logic of reason.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
Soldier On
Soldier on, In war they cried. Blood battled till beaten, They fear the terror. Created in stride, Of their own horror mistreating. I fear the race is already lost, No sound mind is speaking. When fear is created by oneself, Lost is the logic of reason.
Daramouthe
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
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