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All At Last

by nocturnalism

Member since 2002 · Posted 30 Sep 2004 · 1 comment

a once great nation fell unleashed an unquenchable hell never again shall her proud banner fly for power and pleasure did people lust her great strength turned ash and rust doomed for enternity in shame to lie all liberty erased the chanins of slavery locked in place control the mind from birth renounce all contrary rebels thought with freemans blood is imprisonment bought till freedom lost on all the earth

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[6] Dovina 4-Oct-04/5:33 AM Reply
The country's not really all that bad. Some crap, yes. But some good stuff too.