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Old men tell stories to recruit the young                                                               and they listen 'round that dancing fire, tales of heroes that do god's bidding with swords and holy shield words, smiting infidels that would, if not stopped, they're told, "violate our women", but these very women know all too well that the morrow will be a land of sorrow, mounded high with soulless bodies too numerous to tally.
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Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 10:25 AM UTC
Old men tell stories
Old men tell stories to recruit the young                                                               and they listen 'round that dancing fire, tales of heroes that do god's bidding with swords and holy shield words, smiting infidels that would, if not stopped, they're told, "violate our women", but these very women know all too well that the morrow will be a land of sorrow, mounded high with soulless bodies too numerous to tally.
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Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 10:25 AM UTC
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