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Mar 2014
We moved with
the speed of lightning,
supersonic-soldiers
sifting through
the rubble of places
people called
their home.

And we,
we the invaders,
the believers of politics,
eye for an eye,
had the power of absolution
in our hands.

And who,
who made us,
gave us
the power of gods?
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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