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LWC EXCLUSIVE: Nashville Trans School Shooter Manifesto Leaked!
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so this wasn't playing well for me on ruble for whatever reason, so that's why it's here.
show me 'white supremacists'... there is not any, there is no 'racism'....
there is only hate for what is not cookie cutter the same as 'you are'...
take your race baiting nonsense and shove it.
i want some of the 'white supremacist' stuff or 'privilege' for that matter....
In WW1 - it was written.
For the Fallen
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
England mourns for her dead across the sea,
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again,
They sit no more at familiar tables of home,
They have no lot in our labour of the daytime,
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires and hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the night.
As the stars shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
- Written by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)