War Is On 3
they always cry about the war this
or that maybe true this time
the war they have been foreseeing all this
time the predicted the biggest
cruellest one
the end
rays pierced my eyes through the hole
rain not lessening their poise
should buy a curtain
the green with the
roses red
with the next wage war is on
i am back to disturbed
sleep dinosaurs
wailing
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