

1967I'm tired of your lies And stupid little games You fucked us over Left to burn The song remains the same Its 67, summer of love But the jungle haunts my dreams Agent orange1967
Napalm screams And the shallowest of graves
I'm sick of war Sick of life
I walk amongst the dead Marching toward an unknown fate The Purple keeps us sane I miss my house My girl My car Replacing what I love so much Are guns, grenades and whores Im longing for those days of old Like neighborhood baseball M


Damnation: Under The MoonIf its better to have loved and lostDamnation: Under The Moon
Than never loved at all I wish that I had died before I heard that bloodied call The one that I care most about I would give myself to her She will never feel the same Ive known this all too well Her beauty draws me from the dead I breathe this air for her
The blood that flows throughout my veins Could cease forever more The sun will rise The moon will fall This curse has raped my soul I live to see another day But feast under the stars
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Great Aunt Vicki, Great Aunt Dorothy, Richard, and of course Alex.
R.I.P. Grandpa, I love you.
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Wow! It looks like a small animal exploded!! ~DrBlub
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"A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic" Stalin
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"A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic" Stalin
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"A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic" Stalin
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