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Fearless men in black, proud and standing tall are ready to attack under Armageddon's law. Do we really stand a chance to prevail against such fearless men? We're merely boys trying not to fail, searching for our freedom again. Could this be the end of our earth's final days? Will we fight and defend honoring our father's ways? What could have provoked such war, was it the original sin? Our boys don't cry anymore, but are we destined to win? The gift of being free is reachable by victory's hands. If we have faith, they will flee and we'll be united throughout the lands.
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