Poetry, philosophy and everything dogmatic. To revolutions, anarchy, hope and back to the drawing boards... Basically my excuse to be sardonic, sarcastic, attempting a shot at the ironic and to skewer everything diplomatic. My opinion, whats yours and where did you steal that from?
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Monday, February 25, 2013
The Unknown
It is never the soldier who chooses his grave, Somehow as time beckons, the grave itself comes to the soldier
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