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Dec 2014
Was it dark in there in the trench from wich you came

Was it hard to step outside and feel the rain

Did the empty shells trip you as you stumble to your feet

Thousands of bodies innocent bodies
Fill the street

Like a **** growing threw the concreate, you stand tall

For a nation that rises just to fall

The lies ......

The lies flood the street like the aftermath of a natural disaster

Im not a christian

I haveo master

You call this the land of the free

Where is the freedom

Where is the dream

Where are the answers

Open your eyes

Your enemies claim to be on your team
Take your own message from this
tommy clayton wells
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tommy clayton wells  rockwood tn
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