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They repeatedly boasted aloud of conquests and victories for a short period between their  palmy days of youth and unexpected quick death; a mad rush of adrenaline before thought could wake up reason, nothing more than a basic need for impulsive violent action, few drops of poetry could have changed direction, a death wish triggered by moments of darkness that invites a chain of tragic consequences. But thoughtful they were to  hire overzealous writers, being aware of their need of arming future. The writers extolled the futile deaths embellished words, made it look  heroic which really pointed only to a ****** end. Look at each tomb stones lined here in the cemetery, once more see, if the names extolled once are still not eroded.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
A visit to the cemetery of history
They repeatedly boasted aloud of conquests and victories for a short period between their  palmy days of youth and unexpected quick death; a mad rush of adrenaline before thought could wake up reason, nothing more than a basic need for impulsive violent action, few drops of poetry could have changed direction, a death wish triggered by moments of darkness that invites a chain of tragic consequences. But thoughtful they were to  hire overzealous writers, being aware of their need of arming future. The writers extolled the futile deaths embellished words, made it look  heroic which really pointed only to a ****** end. Look at each tomb stones lined here in the cemetery, once more see, if the names extolled once are still not eroded.
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k-balachandran
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
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