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Something I Made Up

Nobody's Home

But Below Stairs,

The echos ring

Like a Battlefield.

It's 1984

But War and Peace

Continue to clash.

America, America

Let's stop this conflict.

The Birds feast on our

Bloodshed

And Hell reigns.

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