darken paths of the scarred grounds filled with noise, thunderous sounds, a battlefield home to men, in pursuit of their king's dream to only suffer the wrath of another team, but fearlessly they marched on to death seemingly, but unknown, tanks fire, humvees role blood is shed on every road, a brother lost, father lost both sister and a mother lost the king rejoice, hear his voice his chambers sounds with a different noise
man continues to force his will upon the earth working against rather than in accord with nature this isnt what survival of the fittest means
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-Credits- and a special thanks to stock cds and poem inspired by [link]