I lost my brothers to the war. Beautiful and young. We fired all society guns into oblivion. You fell like diamonds from the sky. Face down in the dirt. With perfect skin and pure of thought. Given to the earth. I lost my brothers to the war. I don't want to know. How you drew your final breath when you were bought and sold. Casket closed and bells are rung. A funeral in my head. No music and no chandeliers. Just a grieving crowd of nobodys you once knew... I know things didn't turn out the way we planned, but i take all the blame...
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