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those who live for death
die by there own hand
sliping through the glass
i am the grains of sand
when peace is all for not
i lay dying on my army cot
the war continues in the sands
im dying in these bloody hands
the blood shed is all so unfunny
and this death is all for money
dying in the blood for no reason
as every ones accussed of the treason

by lifeisdeath
posted on 12/12/2009

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