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Telephone

Who would have thought, How merciless a beast we could create. Sure, The weapons are scary, But damn if that ring doesn't terrify. Who's sighing? Who's crying? Who's dead? At least you can be certain, Of what's at the bottom of a barrel. Unfortunately, You never know, Who or what, Is at the end of the telephone.
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