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war


sons, fathers, daughters, mothers, friends,

we shall all gather to die,

2017 is the year our president decides to kill us,

north korea wants to kill us but Trump wants to send us in,

KKK gatherings in our own country,

and a so called leader desides to take the side of racists,

so we will remember everyone but this will not be the end,

as long as a selfish ignorant orange is in the oval office this country will be torn

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