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Black and White
The words, the language that We speak, determining anger. The peace is meek and underfed, Begin a fight— Now and Forever falling to Black and White— that subsequently leads to War, and yet even more choose to follow jealousy, or perhaps complacency, through the door. To Live or Die with the rest, that is, until the bandwagon explodes— a performance done for peace, but only ever erodes the pedestal that We put It on— Again and Again till all are gone to the War of opposites. Now stop and look at rising dawn! Look at Black, look at White, see them bleeding equally? as all are covered in the red, and peace will be the next decree; yet it will fail like usually |
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