The Vow For Life
The wise stand tall, we don't salute, we hale;
While the old goes in, the young prevailes;
Tempers are short, blood veins swell;
Take it to the heart, or parish in Hell;
Voices from the dark, you hear in your mind;
It's the brotherhood in me that makes me shine;
I can't turn my back, that's not what they teach;
It's to live or die, or to rest in Peace.
Copyright © Brian Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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