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The War is About More than Terror

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Tunneling deep,
Drilling.
Raping her,
Taking everything.
Her once majestic beauty vanished,
Empty.
Empty?
Fill up again,
Take more of what you've already stolen,
Giving her nothing in return,
Except polluted breath
and rancid tears,
But she'll sit here.
Waiting,
Waiting for you to learn,
to save her.
Too late.
She can never be restored.





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