War
There is a thing in this world called war and the cuase is for another places land and theres people shooting guns with there hands but war is not grand its just bad and sad some people say its rad but the truth is its not its just like an apple with rot vile and gross and it will make you sick like you were bitten buy a tick and the blood that flows is thick.
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