We were always on the border of the fence,
Armed and muddy, all for honour and love.
Somewhere in between ricocheting shots
You sneaked out to the other side
Our border exposed, my men flailed
And hid in shadows of shame
So now, when you ask for our loyalty
I resist the urge to hang you on the fence
Parade your wounded comrades before your eyes
And leave you to their memories' wrath
The heronry is open for business!
4 years ago
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Hang the Bastard! I'll even give you the rope.
ok,it makes more sense now
haha azzy the sad part is twasnt a guy :(
aysh lol cryptic is fun, but sometimes we need clues.
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i keep imagining french revolution soldier type jackets and tassles.
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