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Each step makes my stomach churn For I know what these red men yearn Like a lamb being led to the slaughter One by one out onto the cold floor we go No matter how much my mother weeps The red men do not cheep And in an instant, it is over Father, mother, and children all gone Seven strong, but now none The wall is stained with the sins of men Red men and red wall
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Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 12:01 AM UTC
The Wall
Each step makes my stomach churn For I know what these red men yearn Like a lamb being led to the slaughter One by one out onto the cold floor we go No matter how much my mother weeps The red men do not cheep And in an instant, it is over Father, mother, and children all gone Seven strong, but now none The wall is stained with the sins of men Red men and red wall
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Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 12:01 AM UTC
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