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Jul 2017
The Consequence of Occupation

For all the time you have killed my children,
They know when they grow up they will
Come and slay yours,
Mine have lost the ability to feel empathy.
And you will cry, as I did, swear vengeance
And kiss your bland flag.
We've in common our mutual hatred
A bond of blood that is longer lasting
Than mere love.
jan oskar hansensapopt
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     Cinzia
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