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Thy rage of man's war,
Started when he was raw,
Any splash of water to make the row,
Or the sword that will shine and all shall bow?

Felony,
Harmony,
Both added to pen's life,
Nay! up merely turn him to live rife.

Forget not,the white black face,
Merrily, wants the the child ace.
Then,the burning of that their sacred,
Let him live life full of scared.

Handful friend's foe,
Pushing only into hurt hole,
Is there a rain that won't touched the ground,
Or the wind that leave the sand?

Heart of disgrace,
Call a chance meeting of race,
Not every single night to play,
For the erotic moment on to lay.

The leader of iron robe!
Don't ! Memory are bound to change,
Intact no evil against the rope,
For your bare life not to place against your age.

Let tell the world,
About the enemy of word,
Any position of grace,
Hard,frustrate come before ace.

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