Tongue Tangle
Fools war to their core, but what do fools war for,
ignoring all wars before,
a course of awful war falls as unlawful war fools on horses call for war,
once more, a war not small for all to endure,
and war fools at war with forces are thoughtless overall,
cus war fools fall forward with force from horses
face first to floors with thorn spicule that thorn the fallen,
a result of faults that halt the war horses,
who in short abort the fortress for the port,
til fools have no more resources,
hostages behind doors eating sour sauces,
and what's more we're not sure what the source of war is,
or reward is, for these awful war fools
and their unlawful forces that fall to floors with thorns in wars from horses,
still war fools war galore and horses gallop to the shore.
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