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I don't know what to do
I've tried my best to contain the subject, but
It just doesn't submit
We've tried to uncover their true motive because
I don't believe they desire to just... murder
No, It just cannot be that senseless
It... it just can't I
I just keep telling myself that

They turned against us
With no clear reason
One would say they've grown selfish
They've used our resources against us, and
And they keep chanting the same phrase, just

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I didn't want it to come to this, but
I don't- I don't have any other choice
I need to fight it back
Even if it means I lose what little sense I have left

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