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Shooting my classmate's brother
(that war within a war)
I sat next to him at The Point
still targeting him sure
More than blood will flow this day
memory also dies
As honor sells its soul in vain
- each headstone marks the lie
(Maryville Tennessee: March, 1999)
(that war within a war)
I sat next to him at The Point
still targeting him sure
More than blood will flow this day
memory also dies
As honor sells its soul in vain
- each headstone marks the lie
(Maryville Tennessee: March, 1999)
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