The Bonds That Break These Vows

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97844
United States
45° 52' 25.2048" N, 119° 31' 12.558" W

Days beaten worn down and crushed, I remember those days the days life was a hell cuts upon our back reminding use of the masters last fit the pain unbearable even by the strongest of men for here i write this poem..

knees bleed the sorrow of young men
screams fill the air as a musty fog
but yet our hand still hold strong
this bond our truth may never leave us
blood hit the ground and defeat is upon us yet we stand
life grow weary yet we stand and anything but yet another dawn has come
bringing the holy words of freedom and equality

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