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Aug 2011
War
Are you trapped with in
a disillusioned box made
up of bones and rusted
wires?
  
              We made our homes in
                  the land of the brave.

Death called us out
to the desert far east
and planted our souls
in our guns.
          
              We lived at the valley
                in the shadow of death.

                                She's singing...
                                ... You must go to her
Kelsey Peyton
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