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Sep 2017
Cover me, and protect my eyes
From this hell-staged atrocity
We're in a fragile state of the union
And we're still bleeding for our country

Open me, undermine my powers
Find me a bunker, in which to store my pride
Launch all the weapons of mass dysfunction
To infect the tribe with panic's genocide

What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight's last screaming
Were rasping voices begging for mercy
From all this terror in our dreaming

Fallen men, and bleeding hearts
All trampled by hatred's silent symphony
Knees resting upon the cold earth
Send tremors throughout colder unity

He who hath no glory
Pretends to be deaf to freedom's ring
But if this is still a home worthy of the brave
Defend us from us, above everything
Chris Thomas
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Chris Thomas  43/M/Maryville, Tennessee, USA
(43/M/Maryville, Tennessee, USA)   
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