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