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#58- "Come, Comrades"
Fly high above the hills,
Soar past the indescribable injustices
that fall upon humanity
like rain upon the sea.
The blood of man as he toils;
The blood of woman as she births;
The blood of children as they scream.
Scream out in indignant fury.
Wash your hands clean of what you've done
in the blood of those you've beaten down.
We will bathe in that same blood
baptized by our struggles and ideals.
So fly high, and fly by.
Rise above, raise that flag
that has been soaked in the blood
of man, woman, and child.
The Army approaches.
