FIELDS OF FIRE
You've got a problem two times big :
you're in trouble going out and in trouble
coming in. The bells are on the hillside,
ringing. The landslide is in the offing.
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We want to hold these hammers, heavy.
No longer with sickles, now just the
hammer will do. Patriarchs and Czars.
I knew all of them very well.
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Shoot me another look like that, Ironsides,
and you're dead. I'm hoping you can at
laest remember the last time we faced this
off. Over in an instant. Fields of fire.
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