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Chambers of Death
Chambers of Death
The duel,
Makes liars and cowards of each,
Sends us brave into quarrels bold of design,
And itâs very perplexing but oh so fulfilling,
Killing the gospel, for shilling and fare,
And weâre -
Daring the speak of the masculine soldier,
Not wanting neither the truth or the falsehood,
Battling the conscience for doubt or for ego;
Scann...
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 7:21 pm
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