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Grave of Realism

The people who defend their pride From the war they are creative That creativity would be their grave That is the grave of realism. When the stars hate the moons they tend to fight each other as goons they want to be known superpowers but the victims are innocent lives. The reds, blue and the green for power they hold the system they claim theirs are the best thing Still common people are the victims. But they only want money they need resources to survive only the weak are the casualties and everyone tied by world currency. They said theirs are pro-people the public pain is their sample they all killed without mercy But a collateral of political interest. I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug! BlueD. April18.12:30PM

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