Although cowards flinch, and traitors sneer We keep the Red Flag flying here

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  • Harrison [He/Him]@ttrpg.network
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    1 year ago

    The people's flag is deepest red. It shrouded oft our martyred dead. And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold. Their hearts' blood dyed in every fold

    Out of respect to our martyrs, please iron our flag. They didn't die to dye a flag with such pronounced creases.