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"To arms", screamed he who crowned himself as chief in charge; conscience-corporal to the slain virtue in me. To arms? TO ARMS?! "TO ARMS" spewed he and forth they came in reckless droves they pushed and passed with fists and lies and cut-throat eyes. But early hope did now subside. "To death", I thought and mopped as best my hands could care at blood and guts beyond repair. We're locked in place with twisting tides that drift the lines of wrong and right. With curse and scream in vain we fight.
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
To Arms
"To arms", screamed he who crowned himself as chief in charge; conscience-corporal to the slain virtue in me. To arms? TO ARMS?! "TO ARMS" spewed he and forth they came in reckless droves they pushed and passed with fists and lies and cut-throat eyes. But early hope did now subside. "To death", I thought and mopped as best my hands could care at blood and guts beyond repair. We're locked in place with twisting tides that drift the lines of wrong and right. With curse and scream in vain we fight.
greg-fullard
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
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