Roar
in the trench I traveled the grand father opening up to me
telling me stories of foes or friends the grand daughter
and you want to tell me the crusades
every night when I close my eyes I dream the fight
not for me to share but a few and not certainly the greed
of tesla not taking a ride but the gems of africa
and china to take a shine for a private jet
or just I jest the dream of revolting an orbit
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