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As the Bullet Hits the GroundAs the Bullet Hits the Ground by Troy HartAs the Bullet Hits the Ground
Behold, the bullet hits the ground.
The fields are still; there is no sound. The empty landscape has no life,
Results of all the endless strife. And those who come to dig the graves Will wonder if their souls were saved And ponder through the passing years, If it was worth the blood and tears. The nation stands, united still, But endless gravestones line the hills.
by ~FlavoredGlass
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