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Dec 2018
Treading through snow
They’ll walk into territory they don’t know
Half the path is frozen over and they cant see down the road
The cement is cracked and dead, it’s wear was sold by the red soldiers abandoned to the ones in black
The angel's of death go along as if made of golden prosperity
Slower and slower they continue till the same road wears their cold bodies
Hey Let’s play: guess that historical event.

I'm not sure why I made this I just got bored and thought this was a good idea
Folie
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