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Apr 2015
The ticking bomb of hate,
Constantly showering over our heads.

The unexpected explosions
Creating an even bigger gap,
Between you and I.
An exchange of wishful and unpleasing death
Yelled from across the battle field

We used to be World Peace,
But now we are,
World War III
Wrote this in 2013
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   Cecil Miller
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