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Aug 2015
Growing epidemic
No cure for the sick
I believe it's black magic
to make the world chaotic

very strategic but barbaric
watch the flowers bloom so dynamic
different harmonious cries are melodic
what can you do when the owner is psychotic

the world is crowded; need to extinct
count the apples rotting very quick
beg the unwavering fruitful tree toΒ Β shake
no blessing brought the mode to protect
wild thinking
ArthurDKid
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