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The embodiment of thy self


Bladed grass trampled on by dark feet of steel. The sound of five million men running tawards The enemy cause they've set their minds on to kill. No justice no peace, my heart declared. Freedom has come with no room to spare. I dare not to be weak now or let my heart turn. Cause the ones that came before me. Will surly let me burn. So i've embodied the great ones. All wrapped inside of me. Cause freedom will come tomorrow. Long as we fight in harmony.
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Maccafee
Get ready
Maccafee
There's strength in numbers and in our people.
Maccafee
My thoughts.

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