Past the field, January 2012. A nation that stands alone. Cold voices and faces pale, gathered unto their judgment day. Such pride remains unbroken. Such words remains unspoken. Just mothers to stand in vain, and cry tears and metal in the rain. Shall I recall when justice did prevail. No reason to be found, my reason has failed. Shall i call on you to guide me well. To see our dreams and home fulfilled. On this day of our ascension. Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for. For the spirited walls and ways. I haven't got the slit, the darks of war. For heaven or hell we shall not praise, cold honor and lies. All engage in a slow demise. Just stand as a total stranger. On this day we lift the stone chamber. The all clear. The fear resounding. On this day we praise the fallen.
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of course i think about your toe socks nightly...just not on your feet, on mine cuz goddamn its been cold.
It was great to have you. we will definetely call when we're up that way.