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Mar 2018
The purge has begun
How many’s it been now?
Since kids played with guns
One by one, drop like flies
October Massacre disguised
Like Ford still fondling these fascists
As the crimson sun arise
And Hawley-Smoot gives ‘em the boot
And then they train the boys to shoot
First casualty of war is truth
The worst is innocence of youth
Beirut
My demands are simple. No more dead kids ANYWHERE
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
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