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Aug 2015
Here they come to be healed

some can hardly fly

get the screamers out

protect their airspace

  

I have to tell them

all will be alright

knowing some of them

some of them are dying tonight

  

Our banners fly proud

in these red and black skies

I fly with the next squadron

wing leader again as another fallen

  

Oh in the realms of wisdom

this should not be happening

all our lost comrades

as we commit to this fast war

  

Making more machines for this holy war

working till we have exceeded

giving our life's

to the fight that never will end

  

  

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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