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May 2017
They were four teens
Chosen by pure luck
They were to fight  
Against the sunlight dark.

When  War came to us,
They messed up every side.
No bullets dared to work
No tanks could ever ride.

Oh,  Disease, they  cured it,
The spells they  use are mighty.
All people got through unhurt
And those teens are guilty.

Then it was famine who came.
But teens still found food.
They d split it wisely,
And  cities stand and stood.

Those four tricked even Death
What else is there to say.
They've crafted many dolls.
And only fake lifes it took away.

But  the reason for them
To give world life and independence
Was that they can't let it go
No, not until the have therir vengeance
Dmytro from Trotskiev
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Dmytro from Trotskiev  21/M/Ukraine
(21/M/Ukraine)   
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