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I ask the people of the world Why must we keep boxes of each race, barricades in each Borders, separate lives of each Cultures, as our truth varries in     each mirrored choices, then we Carry the havy consequences, The burden of these shackled Past - we ponder to wonder These nightmarish Regrets So in the end, the answer is Subjective, rules and walls Are there for a reasonable Purpose It maybe good or bad Light or dark Day or night An infinite battle Running in circles          to maintain chaos and order in one box.
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 11:18 PM UTC
Ask the world
I ask the people of the world Why must we keep boxes of each race, barricades in each Borders, separate lives of each Cultures, as our truth varries in     each mirrored choices, then we Carry the havy consequences, The burden of these shackled Past - we ponder to wonder These nightmarish Regrets So in the end, the answer is Subjective, rules and walls Are there for a reasonable Purpose It maybe good or bad Light or dark Day or night An infinite battle Running in circles          to maintain chaos and order in one box.
we the inhabitants of the world Conquerors to our own selfish deeds Our Survival depends to the equally cruel jungle and our own fellow.
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 11:18 PM UTC
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