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Three breaths befor the war. A time of  blood and gore. The bitter tast of sweat and blood. The smell of death bodys in the mud. Befor your eyes a thousand men coming to there end. Befor the day is over will I meet my maker.
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Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
Times of war
Three breaths befor the war. A time of  blood and gore. The bitter tast of sweat and blood. The smell of death bodys in the mud. Befor your eyes a thousand men coming to there end. Befor the day is over will I meet my maker.
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Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
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