Down through the rabbit holed door,
one will find the reasons for a war,
victimize the truth for ones own lie,
bullet it until it falls down to die.
Twist the knob and crack the seal,
release the deathly smells to feel.
Taste the blood yet to bleed,
walk on through and freely feed.
Take the reasons and start your war,
when you leave just close the door.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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