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Feb 2011
We stand upon the wall
Burning fields and bleeding skies
We all headed the call
We marched to our demise
Whispers of our last kiss
Play like ghosts on our lips
We all think and reminisceΒ 
The fabric of reality rips
The lines are getting blurry
Past and present merge
Madness has an ungodly fury
Patrick McCombs
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Patrick McCombs  26/M
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