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those monuments erected in heroes wake
shatter at the recollection of their memories retold
at the memories our gods instill upon us.
we don't buy them
we sell them to those less fortunate
and those lacking the strength to brave life on their own
turn to me when your life turns for the worse
scale the flag poles and shred these colors
produce a tunic and enjoy the warmth of your countries people
so blindly following those colors.
unknowing of the outcome of elections
and angry with the deciscions made by the north.
the blood in my veins, corses through those opposing me
we are one in the same
turn your back to me when your life turns for the worse
cause I dont care.