Son of Liberty rise up!
The oppressor has come back
There's no time for catch up
Take your Armalite and go to hell and back
Freedom is taken by nothing but blood
The Disciple of Scathach will rise or die
We fight for our own good
Between our oath and treacherous lie
Take your ANFO and prepare to fight
We shall wait them to come with their Saracens
Take cover and lie for ambush
Cause we shall kill them all
Rise up! Son of liberty
We got oppressor to kill
No more doubt in our party
We do all of this with our will
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Nothing is Written : a poem collection
PoetryPoetry is a form of literature everyone know about, it is one of many ways to pour out our thoughts on the media literature. this poetry collection is my side work during my empty time, created out of necessity to pour out my heart and mind into a c...
