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a red war
the day is cold
one would mistake it for night
for the clouds and smog cover my sight
my helmet is heavy on my head
I look around to see many dead
so much blood
not even a warning would
prepare me for what comes...
one would mistake it for night
for the clouds and smog cover my sight
my helmet is heavy on my head
I look around to see many dead
so much blood
not even a warning would
prepare me for what comes...
