Kevin Corella


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He picks up the phone and puts it down
Then he speaks in a low voice with a frown
His wife sees the look of shock on his face
Go to war or live a life of disgrace.

The blood spills like beads of sweat off his head
He hears the crying of souls from the dead
Smell of death raises from beneath the ground
but he is lying down arms and feet bound

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