American Landscape

The hills rolled the same
The dark hid amongst them
We fight as the life pools behind us
Uncertain these blows have affect
Amongst us there are those who toil
Toil to toil and to no end
Now the battlefield changes everyday
Though never and forever do we change the landscape

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