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This Great Land
For many, many years I took it all. From the mountains to the deserts, of a planet so small. I fought and I fought, through the blood and the puss, on tortured plains of great disgust. And I did it all without a fuss, born to these parents of child lust. The aftermath of my pain, could bring a tear to the sane. As the days pass on by, I wait and I wait for them to die. This horrible woman and her man, after my birth, designed a plan. Criminally insane from the start, their mission in life, to break my heart.
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