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American War


 

America, the state of freedom, peace, and money

But now, war has taken all life and even death

God cannot help us now

You do not know the grusome process that men take to win

Because I remember everthing

The pain, the heart, and the soul

And if you are even one second off, you killed thousands of men

Because there is no luck in this world, only skill

And it all started because of blood thirsty men, willing to kill anyone in their way

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