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About This Poem
Our Lives
I can’t believe we’re here again-
With all the lies, and petty threats-
We hide away from our scarlet stain-
To hide away from all the natural frets-
So raise the cross, let liberty sing-
Our army is pure, Death to bring-
Unto the foe, societies pet-
Any like us they not have met-
Pretend to fight the fight with them-
Wars are won with martyrs fire-
We lead the charge with tongues and when-
We find the traitor, the filthy liar-
We raise the cross, let liberty sing-
Our army is pure, Death to bring-
Unto the foe, societies pet-
Any like us they have not met-
Now don’t be afraid, a strong man be-
They have no say on what we think-
The time will come when they will see-
Their shaky lives are on the brink-
Lets raise the cross, dance and sing-
For our army is pure, Death now brings-
Torment down upon societies pet-
Since of us none have yet met!
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