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Black Lives Matter


One down is what started it all.

Gone in a matter of minutes,

Like the empire. They fall.

No one really knows unless they're in it.

 

Draw! Fire!

Next thing you know,

Your head's on a pyre.

Blood at the hands of peacekeepers.

Little did we know,

So many would be weepers.

 ! Draw

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