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The cold winter nights, the horrid scratching sound, the men lost at war, and the bodies never found. The perfect murder, conceived by all, people would stop them, if they would just stand tall. But no one will help, aside the thousands standing out, drowned out in the LIES convinced they can't live without. You live just to die, you breathe just to stop, the earth's just a ball that we spin like a top. Why live by the rules? People, speak out, be free! don't live for tomorrow! Cos' tomorrow may never be.
