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Killing Crest

They Came In, On Waves Boats afloat Bringing, making slaves Fighting with bullets, hope They made forts, camps Turned paths into Metal roads, ramps The open, free Now roamed, controlled By fences, walls of slavery Warriors were killed Runners ran, others sent away The remainders droned, cloned So the new ones could stay And have…

via Killing Crest — THE MIND OF RD REVILO

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