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Sep 2012
Speak softly for they are listening
If heard, they will know the secretes
They will pillage and tear our streets
Strike fear in the hearts of children
Swim in the smoke that hovers above
Look down and feast
Hurry mother, come quick
Open my eyes from this nightmare
Let me see the sunflowers again

Travel the mind in search for truth
Know fully this is of our own doing
We have spread the words they heard
They are aware of the secretes
We pillaged and torn our streets
Stroke fear in the hearts of children
Passed through the clouds above
And looked down upon our followers
Oh mother, stay away
Let me reside in the horror
The plants cease to grow, life eternal
Christopher Smith
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