.Land of treason, waste no reason
We are breathing fire
We're packs of dogs
We're enemies of men, we are not desired
Our face show
We've grown cold, but
Have not conspired
Old hearts gone
The future's on-mother nations mired
I like a recepticle for the chosen dead<.>
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