.Sick from the smell of the fire I disintegrated
Into an urn full of life
Full of passion of the wrong kind
And my only option was fight
âGo, you will marchâ I was told, I was laden with a gun
And I knew of a plan
And I knew my point of contact
And empty handed I can't.
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