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Dec 2012
Gun powder and hot steel,
The separation from what is real,
To keep us safe or to help us ****.
Clack! Clack! This is not a drill.

You hate the problem but you love the cause,
Like if your strapped you'll protect us all,
But every man is bound to fall,
Bang! Bang! We are all at war.

What they don't understand they **** on sight.
Advance their tools just to ease they're minds.
They make money so it's justified.
Intimidate, never have to hide.

The more we live the more we die.
Both in our hearts and in our minds.
I'd give my life if you gave them time. 
So **** me if that's what's right.
Christian Danner
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   Zack Gilbert
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