Failure Permitted, by Loneliness is condescending
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Three stand proud
Covered in glory's shroud
Happy home
Mighty in this whispering dome
Missing Mother
Helpless brother
Gathered round the reason
Never with a thought of treason
Dancing children downed in black
To you we give this pointless plaque
Salute with honor
Unto you we will never dishonor
Today their freedom
Name falling into sainthood
Sails half mass
Number one in the class
Honoring the ones
Forever to be sons
Who never knew the purpose
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Posted: 2006-04-16 19:07:17 UTC |
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2006-04-07 18:01:36 | lost the lonely dead |
kinda cool but i wish i could ask you to explain it to me more, well i could ask but getting an answer....thats a different fantasy altogether |