A War Torn Orchestra
Marching children of the landBloody capital in my hand
Bleeding all over the desert sand
This is the propaganda war band.
A War Torn Orchestra
Marching children of the landPoetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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