Why We Where Made
Once more, Once more we go into the dead of night, into the fight. In a staggered column we hold tight, waiting to be released into the fight. We set are deadly sight, we will not survive this night. We go with all are might to end the life that's in are sight. We are but tools of a trade, this is why we where made. For when are job is done, we will never see the sun.
Copyright © Nathan Dobberstein | Year Posted 2012
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