The dream
of beams of black
and a point of pain
brought on the attack
If I could modify
the world to suit my whim
how would I really make it
good not grim
I said it once
and damn it I was right
first of all I would say
please more light
and thought it's been said
many times before
my firm injunction
would be love, not war
what
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