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Jun 2014
I can hear a blood bath brewing
From here to all the land
I hear the masses weeping
Humanity, understand.

I have no hope in trying
Or yearning at the sight
Sight of joyousness amiss
When all of life seemed right

There is a darkness stirring
Upon this place called home
There is a purpose dwindling
In war of all the known
I really don't know what I was thinking
Nanna Harrow Haley Y
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Nanna Harrow Haley Y  NoplacewhereIbelong
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