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Going to war
written by Genocide Reaper04:39 AM 11/1/04| Gone away, you are in another world, breathing air in a desolate desert of death and dire situations. How could you leave all of this behind without at least one bit of it being stuck in your mind? Do just do it, don't care why, don't care if you die, just do it, get it over with, do what you feel. Even if the cause is wrong, or if the money is plain, death comes sooner or later, sign a piece a paper, and if you die, some one makes money in your family. Just me, in this, cold heartless state, I can't help it, I have too much left not to retaliate. I'll continue to listen to this heavy music, and bring in the blood work, I'm more than a man now. I'm going to die anyday, how? Who knows, but when it comes it comes. I'll just breathe and fire back into the lines of people that are sent my way. I just know. I could die anyway. |
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I'm Hell bent on going across the sea and killing people..and when people say they will pray for me..They are prey for me..Unless, a Socialist like Kerry is put in office, in which case. I'd rather start shooting my own Country men, then fight for him. There would be more honor in it. I don't fight for hypocrites.. I mean come on, my grandfather lost hearing in one ear and didn't get a purple heart. Kerry gets a knick, gets a band aid, and a fucking purple heart.
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