Other people's ideals
Someone Else's land
Another companies weapons
Strangers firing over there
My Life
These cliches that stand over time
Whilst I commit their acceptable crimes
Words that say so little so freely
Time flies, people die and we all stand for freedom
I can never explain the reasons
The words they die before I type
A reality that ignores rhyme and seasons
A reality that needs no hype
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