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Stranger of War
He is a soldier of his own war
His mind is a weapon of poison
The battle approaches each morning
The enemy grins at him in the reflections
His insanity runs through his blood
His fears invades his soul like intruders
He stands alone with an army of mistakes
Mistakes that represent eternal guilt
He shoots himself with venomous lies
He allows it to flow through his ra...
Saturday 11th October 2014 6:38 pm
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