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Sick Circle

We cut the country up in two, Till family and friends I knew We’re reddening the street Beyond the barricade we threw Up blocking their retreat. And after we had over-run The ancient order and begun Another one as great, I fathered fighting in a son, Becoming what I hate.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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