The coming war's countdown Is working tensely because Everyone predicts a certain Day and a certain time, Waiting for the coming war Is infinite because no one Knows exactly when it's going To be, so people are worried And they're still going shopping At certain stores though some are penniless, The atmosphere is greatly in big Tense because it's a war time, They call it air, land, and sea Strikes that might happen suddenly, so A countdown goes on anywhere And everywhere until things happen.
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