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Past the toll of the mid.
In this tower, I do sit.
All around the flashes of war.
Duty calls, no exit door.
My heart is in my throat.
My eyes wide like tug boats.
Beating blood rushes in the veins.
My mind trapped past insane.
Med-evacs rush to the downfallen.
Radio crackles artillery calling.
All around the Forth of July.
Green-red tracers into the sky.
Morning sun brings the dawn.
My legs like a wobbling fawn.
So the day has begun.
New shift for wars fun ?
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JESUS SAVES
------ SCRATCHES ON THE PAGE,
MAKING NOISE
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