The roar of the ocean
As the waves wash onto the shore
The slight breeze in the air
The salty smell from the water
A great day
A fun day
Building sand castles
Just lying around soaking up the rays
Swimming
Surfing
Or just a nice ride in a boat
No More
I will not March I will not fight A better way other than Bloodshed and gore Your fight Your war Your politics Not mine You fight it I am...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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