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The walking wounded stead fast not filling pain but filling society taking am never caring what the world says hurt hearts betting but for who not for you, not for me, not even for them it bets for the past the walking wounded lost in the present for gotten in the future and honored in the past standing tall against all odds turning a check but they never fell the power of life shines throe their eyes helping who ever is in need for getting their pain and their opened wounds the walking wound...

The ice chilled rain drops are falling as the hair on my neck is rising warriors are calling wile the Sky's eternally falling tear drops fall and shoot up wards Christianity kills the true believers theirs a sword in the stone that no one can clasp grass it grows under ever green trees at last the Ora of the forest is felt wile girls hold hands and dance a round a five pointed stair say your chants the old Celtic way for to marrow i die wile to day i pray who ever license no gods just a frien...

The red rosed pipes are played drums are made with moistened elk hide a fire is lit wile singes are written in smoke knees waist high and arms pointing up to the sky hairs blown back by a silk end chilled midnight breeze in a circle we dance given life a knew chance hidden behind painted on signs wars are drawn on cliffs for nations to read but still know one under stands why it had to be left ears strong on a string for every one to see scalps on poles on each side of my door livers are cut ...