- Communism -

BattlefearedThe warlords rage, with death their language, battle-breaking young mens' marrow - and corpse-ranks swell to widowed anguish.Battlefeared
In lovers' fields once greenly passaged, where the youthful dreamed of hope - the warlords rage, with death their language.
Their thoughts are steelclad, grimly savage, rhythmic with their tireless blows, as corpse-ranks swell to widowed anguish.
In following their brutal adage - 'fight or die' blood-etched in stone, the warlords rage, with death their language.
Ablaze, their fires rave and ravage, scorching land a
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Well, fuck.
Um.
Yeah.
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That is all.
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the blah is here
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Well, fuck.
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