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You think I'm crazy, let me tell you what I've leanred.
This idle place is not for those who yearn.
To start a nation, void of subjegation and propegation.
No time left for contemplating.
Everything is already in motion. 
The world is filled with complex emotions.
It's time to take a stand and construct a plan.
We can make our planet great again.
 
No need for guns.
Just global super powers.
Taking the lead in guiding.
To not let our world go sour.
 
It's our mission to end this prohibiton.
Construct a nation where "equality" means level ground.
Sow up the wounds of hands dealt by corrupt politicans.
Make sure that our future is glory bound.
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