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Aug 2018
They're coming for me,
They're coming for me,
The walls begin to crumble.

The war is here,
The war is here,
Beneath me the surface rumbles.

I'll stay and fight,
I'll stay and fight,
It's my duty to resist.

With whatever I've got,
With whatever I've got,
I'll throw the iron fist.

Never forget,
Never forget,
The hell that happened here.

If I should die,
If I should die,
The war won't disappear.

There's not many left,
There's not many left,
But no one's going to leave.

Peace is so distant,
Peace is so distant,
Still, we march on and believe.
Written by
Stephen S
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   Fawn
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