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it's cold, frozen mud takes their footprints sun sets or rises in the distance those without limbs walk to the edge any who have them are scared half to death a brother is gone, a sister is beaten children eat anything they can sneak in sleeping's so tiring, when will it end going home isn't so lovely again because hardly any will, you know their tracks start fading when falls the snow freezing, starving, screaming and bleeding women are taken for torture and breeding I'd like to applaud the leaders of nations and what pleasant wars you're deploying; good gracious.
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Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 10:31 PM UTC
I Don't Usually Write About War
it's cold, frozen mud takes their footprints sun sets or rises in the distance those without limbs walk to the edge any who have them are scared half to death a brother is gone, a sister is beaten children eat anything they can sneak in sleeping's so tiring, when will it end going home isn't so lovely again because hardly any will, you know their tracks start fading when falls the snow freezing, starving, screaming and bleeding women are taken for torture and breeding I'd like to applaud the leaders of nations and what pleasant wars you're deploying; good gracious.
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Apr 22, 2026 at 10:31 PM UTC
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