Shun terrorism.
The mighty stay by the lazy air,
Bare but sparkling like a nasty snare,
Share and tear with an evil stare,
Evil sneer! Never dare.
Cold blooded veins,
Shows no vain,
’cause great pain,
to glee the strain.
Neither remorse nor
Reverse. Only a crooked heart,
To hurt, heat and cut.
Harm is the game!
Shun the game.
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