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Battlefield: Deadline

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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