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The shots are quietly
fired.
The soldiers silently
fall.
The bombs are dropped
slowly.
The president softly gives
his commands.
The televisions switch
off.
But someday people
will see.
And the shots will
ring out.
And the soldiers will go down
with a fight.
And the bombs will
crash.
Let the screaming
commence.
fired.
The soldiers silently
fall.
The bombs are dropped
slowly.
The president softly gives
his commands.
The televisions switch
off.
But someday people
will see.
And the shots will
ring out.
And the soldiers will go down
with a fight.
And the bombs will
crash.
Let the screaming
commence.
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