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This one twisted world

Sick and twisted.
The thoughts of this world.
Grounded up in the thoughts of hate.

No reason to rejoice the sins of this world.
Tears flowing down and fear in the air.
The Dome of the rock stands there.

The smell of war is in the dusty air.
Fear lingers where is should not.
The great war draws near.

Please tell me what you think

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