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Of old times and new places
I’ve been to war in this land
But mostly in my mind
When the old men tell stories
I like to think them exaggeration
Cause anything less they say
Would be much less admirable
And oh how I find it odd
That the stories are all warming

But what of disaster times
When it sounded back then
Did it scream disassociation?
Or just quietly slip it in
For the days when children
Would sit around and listen

Lets tell all of the old men
That they can’t use disassociation
Make them suffer like they should
Cause stories are only good
When they’re written in a book
For doctors and the curious to listen
So they can have a reason to live

Lets give the young a chance
For the things known as disassociation
Then they can have a reason
To make it to a ripe old age
Known only as release