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Jan 2018
Tragedy ends here and now
Pull me through the wires
I can sense your blood thirst
Did your business go down?
Unfortunate that the war ended
For you, I limit the life expectations
Judge ruled out the grave stones
For you, dealing requires no mercy
No heart for heartless creatures
Who put them through this?
Have you no soul that’s pure?
Then must the robots finish you
They’ve one thing common with you
They function without a heart
Mane Omsy
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Mane Omsy  25/M/Dubai
(25/M/Dubai)   
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