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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 9:23 pm
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In Birkin's labs the monster grow Between the capsules, row on row, That mark your death; and in the streets The zombies search for flesh to eat Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, (I didn't even have to change the last 3 lines) Loved, and were loved, and now we roam In Birkin's labs.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: UBCS, eagerly throw Grenades; but our numbers are high. If ye break silence, ye will die We shall not sleep, the monsters grow In Birkin's labs.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 10:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 10:12 pm
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