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My Farce

My farce depicts my rage along the time,
May language find a fault with some of these
Little diseases of this age that states.
Words devastate the real divisions now,
Now that is godly finding me and you.
My farce destroys a little sun of us,
The star for all of us shall carry one,
And this demand defends my actual goal.
Time staggers as the gods roll one over you.

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