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Sep 2010
And they will see us laughing;
ceaselessly as we end them
Don't fire until you see the sweat perched on their foreheads
coming strong with an able foot in the door
watch for the answer
splitting time into shifts
forcing tears out of able eyes
the call
heard almost too late
heard by them as well
tapped under caution
the best of us were weak at mind
our hearts picked up the slack
Could we win?
Leviathan reared back
units crumbled
stand your ground
the sickle
rendered useless
by the hammer
Written by
Zachary Fore
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