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Smoke fills the air,
The air no longer filled with loving and care,
All men from all generations stand there at their last attempt to plead,
At their last chance for forgiveness, not to fall into the river and bleed.
My molten heart bleeds with power, raw
With anger bleeding onto the city, from the very bottom of its core.
And its history left in our hearts forever more.
A noisy school yard,
Labels being bellowed my way,
What exactly do they mean?
Can't everyone just get along?!
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