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Aug 2012
The children snatched up their guns
and left to fight their grandfathers' war
There were liars and cheaters
Making a game of their deceit
There were monsters in the woods
One touch to spread their disease
And the villagers gathered through fear
To raise a man by his neck into a tree

On a beach, there are explosions
Relentless war, the very battle
that's been fought for decades
The same words, the same blood
The same friends -- year after year

Eternal slavery to build great towers
Only to crumble like sandcastles
and to end with a fire
Surrounded by old faces with stories
The same wounds, the same blood
The same friends -- year after year
Part two of seven, detailing my trip to Rhinelander, Wisconsin. Leave some love if you've been there!
Danny C
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Danny C  31/M/Annoyed in Illinois
(31/M/Annoyed in Illinois)   
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