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America, America. Oh, how thou great.  You're people have been washed and drowned in hatred. They are decendents of a people who rejected what was. We are the creation of multigenerational curses.
In an era where the only feeling is time That nurtures a budding, all-consuming longing A never ending cycle of living, “Should it end?”
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