• Alaskaball [comrade/them]
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    1 year ago

    Old John Brown's body lies a moldering in the grave,

    While weep the sons of bondage whom he ventured all to save;

    But though he sleeps his life was lost while struggling for the slave,

    His soul is marching on.

    Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

    • Flinch [he/him]
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      edit-2
      1 year ago

      Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord

      He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored

      He's loosed the faithful lightning of His terrible, swift sword

      His truth is marching on! jb-shining