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Memoirs of dead men; I wonder of future generations, Like those I have met. As to my own destiny, Why let the question phase me? This labor of love, that Life, I wish to live selfless- And be great, anonymous. Shadow the dark, and shine light Radiate through the night That, of your conscience. Wakeup, & look around; This is war, not merely fight- For all that is just and right, Stand-up, don't just die. The fuse is sparked, the fire ignite: Spread your wing and take flight.
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Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 5:21 PM UTC
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Memoirs of dead men; I wonder of future generations, Like those I have met. As to my own destiny, Why let the question phase me? This labor of love, that Life, I wish to live selfless- And be great, anonymous. Shadow the dark, and shine light Radiate through the night That, of your conscience. Wakeup, & look around; This is war, not merely fight- For all that is just and right, Stand-up, don't just die. The fuse is sparked, the fire ignite: Spread your wing and take flight.
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Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 5:21 PM UTC
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