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Feb 2016
WHAT A SEQUEL?

The cloud's been crying,
          Like some tuna fish dying.
Field's been flooded,
          Like a superstar in market.
Ground's been shaking,
          Like someone icy chilling.
Wind's blowing,
          Like a laborer snorring!

They are dying in hunger and poverty,
And you were like,

       *" It's the ******* social hierarchy! "


And everyone's just looking
Like it's ******* nothing!?

      "Come to me nature!
                              While I do the killing?
"

Are you kidding me?
Is this a drama I'm watching?
Is the *madame villain
winning?!
Oh, Cmon! What a film-producing!
Eternal Threshold
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