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I don't fight for the rules. Fools fight For the right to use tools. Cool nights Might cause fright for ghouls. Jewel light Gives us reason for fuels. Cruel sprites Shed light on shimmering pools. I do fight for the roles. Politicians pursue Unsavory goals. Technicians knew They sold their souls. Conditions grew Unfavorably for polls. Admissions accrue Unsavory agency for tolls. Shattered dreams In the souls of dead purists Rest in peace

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