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There he sat on his tamed stallion overviewing the Ghetto, seeing the people shot down like dogs. The blood spilling all over the black and white streets. The red of innocence runs away, to hide from the Deutsche, only to be lost in fire.
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
The 'Reaping'
There he sat on his tamed stallion overviewing the Ghetto, seeing the people shot down like dogs. The blood spilling all over the black and white streets. The red of innocence runs away, to hide from the Deutsche, only to be lost in fire.
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
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