an o to the day
when the heavens dont open
and the sun dont rise
for our lord has begun to crie
for all the soldiers that have died
with pried
because they tried
but were denied
acces to to the best
and beat the test
to bare the rest
lets see
you
me
all of thee
we gotta greet
and beat
to defeat
the sweet meet
and secrite
the reet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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