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Nov 2012
With hearts for dancing we'll take leave of war,
Watch the bodies fall as they hit the floor

And death it is; yet money talks,
Replaying the sounds of the smoking glocks

It is not the living, who make the longest demands; we die forever,
The body count rises at every change of the weather

When will people realize,
They're playing into their own demise
Kelsey
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Kelsey
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