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Nov 2013
God asks for my legions
my 24 strong
he wanted my core five
but they are me

I will not give my elite
without them I die
I and my legions follow me
yet I have no choice

God you stopped me
even my mothers life
so I lay my wings at your feet
and watch my Angels go

But I hold three back
the 1st 3rd and 5th
make pretty your discontent
but it will be without me

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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