Bad Apple
February 13th, 1945 The destruction of a city, in which all was left to die The silence was broken by the Allied bombers' sound A once-mighty city was turned to rubble in the ground The Allies tried to put an end to this city's pride And above the burning ruins the Red flag was flying The survivors were starving, for they had nothing to eat Their shelters were gone, they had to live on shattered streets Now it's 45 years later, to your heritage you must stay pure Communism is the disease and we are the cure
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A part of me has died before I was even born Stung by the frost in a cold winter storm Destined to doom in a land so cold and grim Will I die trying to win? Armies before them have come and they've failed Defeated by the frost, the snow, and the hail Bogged in the mud, paralyzed by the rain Frozen bodies covered the plains Of the Russian winter For days and nights the snow kept on falling It was our endurance against natures calling Feeling so cold and so tired Will we ever find the fire? So many dreams lay shattered in the cold Many good men fell for the pride they behold Mothers and fathers and children cried Knowing that their heros all died In the Russian winter
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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