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Gold - War
Disregarding the souls of dead, they trample over them in victory. Marching on with blood on feet, leaving trails for revengeful kind. One by one they fall in line, to another town, to commit more crime. Brothers fighting brothers, over senseless things. Killing one another, for their beliefs.
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