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Jun 2021
We men thirst like the vile beasts in brimstones nest . For war, for battle we we siege, in love and justices gory we reign. Our ladies, our woman only smell at best the rage that pumps in our chest . The pain, neverΒ Β shall we forget. The loving scent that kingdoms kept . But blood we thirst in veins we shed, for battle and war is what we are bread .
Written by
Nabil  26/M/Chasing the wind
(26/M/Chasing the wind)   
   Shubhankar Mathur
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