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The eight day of the eight month, and the doomsday of two
There was nothing but rubble after a statement became true
There was worries of us, yet we do not care.
Yet all the hope will dissipate and chaos will reign.
War was endless, since the dawn of death,
Picked a bug and squashed it, several times until dead.
With many taking turns and many squashing them until juice.

There was a pesticidal raid, Gas choked down the air. There was the start of fun, but vengeance we are aware
So it was the shutting down of the day, the week and the year.
And with one done for the day, we now dissapear.
Oh well...

One has been infested, and pesticide got sprayed, There now was nothing but rubble after it was burnt away, people burned and people cleaned, the leader leads the way, yet there was enough kills for the day.
Oh well...

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