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A Cleanse


Comfortable. Safe. Just.

This is what the streets should be. 

Get away from the havic being wreaked.

Instead uphold the things we believe. 

Let us just live in peace, instead of screaming in the streets.

A badge, shiny and reflective. Reflective of the change I seek.

I don't want the world to be bleek. 

Standing united so that there will be peace, we are the Police.

We are cleaning up the streets.

We are what we believe.

Unrest will cease. The streets will be clean.

And when they are clean there will be peace.

Finally,

Comfortable. Safe. Just.

 

 

 

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