The spot where he has fallen,
will soon be reclaimed land,
while policy decisions,
carve up this ever shifting sand.
And so it always has been,
current friends we met in war,
as the ebb and flow of policy,
made us enemies before.
So is there anything worth dying for?
If a truce is all it takes,
to end this ****** conflict,
sign one now for all our sakes!
For him that peace has come too late,
for he died there with The Corp.
He's one of the few amongst us,
that has seen the end of war.
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 5:48 PM UTC
The spot where he has fallen,
will soon be reclaimed land,
while policy decisions,
carve up this ever shifting sand.
And so it always has been,
current friends we met in war,
as the ebb and flow of policy,
made us enemies before.
So is there anything worth dying for?
If a truce is all it takes,
to end this ****** conflict,
sign one now for all our sakes!
For him that peace has come too late,
for he died there with The Corp.
He's one of the few amongst us,
that has seen the end of war.
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