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Gang war...race war...drug war...a religious war...our own war that is the war within...when does the fighting stop or will it not?...please deliver ourselves from ourselves...why can't we just achieve PEACE...peace of the heart...a piece of my mind...assumes the form of ink that is written ...on a piece of paper...and peace was us in our primitive nature...but then we developed the idea of war...such a mindless behavior ...its like a war between with what's really real and what's portrayed in the media...DEATH TO THE MAINSTREAM...my words are weapons thats why my paper cuts like a sword ...alas nothing to SHIELD me from the pain...I wonder myself if that pain will ever come to an end ...and in the end who really ever "wins"...whenever there is a WAR... POW (Prisoner Of War )

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