Battlecry
i will stand above the industry
hold, surpass all infantry
ride into my battles
on a chariot of gold
rising to the gilded plain
racing through the pouring rain
holing up my mother's flag
a country lost and cold
pausing not to catch my breath
give me liberty or give me death
take me to the motherland-
my story must be told!
Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2013
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