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Floating through, Like a dream, Who is there to hear you scream? Alone at last, Peace was found, Let  alone you might have drowned. Body bags tight, Weapons concealed,
Under the microscope is a tiny city. Billions of pieces of DNA. I am analyzing there existence. They are preparing themselves for there next task. To serve as the evidence that will put the bad guy away.
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