A Face without Eyes (Blacksburg)
mine eyes have seen the stories, my heart was nearly broken, my soul has sought confession, and my trust is nearly locked
These stories leave me bent and turned around inside, for with every shot they not only slay but rob,
I'll not say your name, I'll not tell your story,
Because you haven't advanced the cause, you've only set it back a thousand years and a hundred score. You haven't created, you've only destroyed and there's nothing memorable about that.
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