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Jan 2016
When they shake hands
He fills his pockets with his
let the sword steel clash
Forget that peace **** he's ******
Enjoy that name for today
By next week you'll be missed
Just like a snake in a way
It never asked for it's hiss
Rattles ignored
Turn to poison in veins
Jose Rodriguez
Written by
Jose Rodriguez  Nevada
(Nevada)   
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   Cecil Miller
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