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Jul 2014
I have rolled four big wheels
hung on a freaking clock tower
Unsheathed a million craps
I still have zero power.

Consider, I fought on top
of War ongoing,
despite the pain
which I kept hiding.

Still the world shunned
the movement I rippled
cuz they don't give a ****
even after I've made myself a *******.

Oh, I'm sorry, has peace been signed?
Hmmm.... a sense of dejavu, I think.
I remember what history has shown:
Always being signed by ******* ink.
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