A war of attrition has no end.
The souls of men leisurely bend.
Our dogma extinguished with us all.
Only time commands us when to fall.
Will minds have opportunity to mend?
Analytical political power.
People losing on the hour.
World peace begins with eradication.
Disheartening it has to be our elimination.
No place for innocents to cower.
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Garrett Jair Lang
My bio, constant state of change. No I am not deranged. I am a father, a student, a teacher. I am learning about myself and others daily. Live in Indiana, probably capable of doing anything if it will amuse me long enough. Love is a weapon.
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