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WHAT WORD,
WHAT DEED,
THAT CUTS SO DEEP,
TO MAKE THE SOUL RUN RED.
SOME ARE FELT,
WE CRY IN PAIN,
OTHERS NOT AT ALL.
IS IT IN THE BATTLES FOUGHT..
WON OR LOST..
OR DID NOT FIGHT,
CHOOSE NOT TO TAKE A STAND.
ALL HAVE LEFT...
THEIR MARKS WITHIN
THESE SCARS UPON THE SOUL.
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SCARS UPON THE SOUL
SCARS UPON THE SOUL
