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The Most Foolish Riddle

Humans are now slaves of Dreadful weapons Making, checking, developing are their funs By them weapons are normally used in Damaging, destroying, killing, finishing Weapons cost lives, properties and all Races, species, civilizations we can call, Beside piles of weapons graze some people Just those of herbivorous animals or cattle Some enjoy luxurious staffs and food Some are fed back of cursed gun shoot Some enjoy rhythmic sounds full of art Some are tired with ugly haunts loud bark, Humans attempt to cover light with dark Using weapons so they regularly bark Barbarous civilizations sometimes hark Them to make time machine to go back To learn naked, barbarous civilizations But to roam in wilderness with modern guns, Some ugly brains discover the foolish riddle The others are sweated to answer but fully fail.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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