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Freedom's Price
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2. Guideless Entropy His sword he draws, though to defend
In a raging war, some lives must end
A battle of strength and of heart
A race to tear eachother apart
With adrenaline pumping, there is no fear
His sword he drops, the end is near
The enemy strikes and hits his mark
His breath goes short, his sight goes dark
So that others may live, a life is lost
A man forgotten, bloodshed was the cost
His sword he carries, now to the grave
May the flag of freedom forever wave
