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War

 My heart aches...

I've seen a lot of things,

I've seen a lot of...things,

Corruption, poverty, farmine, disaster,

We need love, love love in this world,

Love,

Love,

Love...

If you feel the end coming, it's just an indication that the beginning is around the corner,

Of people who see themselves as God even though they are no god,

Remember what happened to the Kings of long ago when they went down to the deep, down to primeval ruins never to be seen again.

They went down to the deep.

The worms were roused to meet them.

The wicked shall meet this exact end.

You don't love us that is why you kill us.

They'll be peace once you're gone.

I say this of a surety, 

There is no peace saith the Lord for the wicked.

Goodbye.

#Endsars

#Endpolicebrutality

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Taiwolilly.

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