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Its a poem about canons from war. |
| The canon that sit on the hill. Lifeless and dosile. Prepared and ready to fire unexpectedly. Boom boom hear my rath. Like a preditor in the night. boom boom hear my rath. silent and ever present. Vigilant and always watching. Shooting,killing.locked on,moving targets,standing targets. Boom boom hear my rath.Countless destroyed. Boom boom hear my rath. Boom boom hear it but never see it. Until your dead. Writen by Greyheart. |