Oh.. America


Fireworks
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Fifty five thousand flying lights,

Fifty five thousand souls that fight.

Fifty five thousand colors rise,

Fifty five thousand brave soldiers die.

How beautiful they once were,

Was it a waste or was it a cure.

Leaving behind a path of clouds,

The crowd cheers at death aloud.

Killing to achieve god's will,

All to be the city on a hill.





Right to Bear Arms
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Guns aren't bad, people are.


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