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Peace Crazy War Tore

Look at the peace crazy war tore, Here, a list of The Dead I saw: Sitters in fluffy chairs floor, The narrowest room space for four! Pity the Peace Painful Plight tore. Listen to the pains victims bore: "Also fear the just wars with laws; Still carnivores with their own claws!" Bullets rip through firmly closed doors; The sight of roofs during war bores, Not much food in the once-filled stores, Time customers failed to pay whores... I know not a fight without sores, Wars more than a fight, sure some sores.

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Date: 4/25/2023 8:02:00 AM
Always the clowns with egos who seem to think war revolves around their gripes. They always die in the end, alongside the innocent bystanders who just want to live their lives in peace.
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