Call to Arms
We have tolerated too much already.
We have been left to clean up the mess.
From now on, you will be stripped of your identity.
Your children will be taken away form you.
Beware, we will find you.
You will pay for your indescretion.
Men, it's time for your Call to Arms
For your broken hearts, it's time to recover what's yours.
PREPARE YOURSELVES!
THIS IS THE RESISTANCE.
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Estrella Rodriguez
Hey y'all's. Just another small girl from an even smaller town. So, have a nice day. Lates.
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