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Ps.12 War

Deceit propulses from their mouth; saturating civilians with submunitions. Their breath; nothing but naphthenic, palmitic salts of hate fire. Convention and compassion; whispered to nothing with their steps of hidden destruction,  While their every arrogant word is tipped with ballistic unfaithfulness

But …

You see. You rise against them. You are a shield, You are crucible silver, You are seven-times, refined gold.

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