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'''In your realm tears will not fall in battle
When your heart opens and hearth welcomes
Peace will fly with new wings
And war will be homeless'''
In 'The Sprawl'Health status zeroHiding under my bedI hear a corpse raging and burningMy dad, a whiskey primed alienBelligerently tanked and perilousFlies through my kicked in doorTo smash me with an empty bottle