


HOW BRAVE
Where have the brave ones gone who dared defend the weak and helpless huddled in fear shaped lumps of clay,...

FOR THE UNFULFILLED
...Surely then there is a powering greater than mere words can tell...

ON BOUND FEET
Bound by cables and locks, drum taut, defying pain, denying the softness of tears, percussive is the voice of my friend...

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