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Kill for my children to save their shroud,
now I go on trial for murder, death not be proud. Kill for my country, save a million in a crowd, captured, tortured, shot while overseas, death not be proud. Though inevitably in life, we know death must come, it is our assurance to forever live among the holy one. Once death is about, and life swept under the floor, we'll all live on a higher plain, where death will be no more. Death now defeated, up in a black smoke cloud, life is now eternal, So death need not be proud. ** #448821 Not An Image **
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