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The days are
getting hotter,
This life is getting
shorter and the
world is not in
order,
For the killings
go on and the
beatings are strong
and go on & on,
They will never
be able to reach
where they belong,
Because of this
I write this list,
Hidden under
where there is
nothing but thunder,
This my friend
is the time
to wonder.
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