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I will Fight!


I'm done now, finished and screwed over

The war is done now and I'm through!

The clouds have been swept away 

With the anger in their screams

We're fighting with every itch we got left

They left us out on the field

Left us with only our blood and bones

Left us out for all to see

But we will fight our last battle

Next time there will come a day

Where we will fight our last battle

And we will leave with only the tragic memories that corrupted us

With their sharp knives and bloody bullets

I'll go in with my mind wise,

With my back straight, my head high, and my hands dry

And I'll leave that field 

With my mind even wiser,

My back straighter,

My head held to the highest

And with my hands paint in blood,sweat, and tears

 

 

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BENNETTA TROBEL

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