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                            the   gun
                       is    the
                                        voice
                            of   so             many
                ringing
                                               songs
                    that               leave
                            us
crying
                                                     no     joy
only                     voice
         no
                                      choice
     to        bring
            us
                              to
      our        knees
begging                             for
      life                   love
                         yet   we                          sing
                             shots                of
                                cruel                        power
          where    agency
                comes   from
crushing     
                          each
                  other

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