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Nothing shall remain,
in this brutal war,
a thousand rotten corpses,
laid across the floor.
This tretuary,
we're to blind to see.
Your blood splattered face,
cannot retrace,
the memorys we lost.
WE WALK THE LINE!
Lies wind your tongue,
nothing but betrayal.
DEATH SHALL BE MY, APOLOGY!
TO YOU!