People try to fight the monster. This monster that is our country. They fight in the streets with guitars and guns and gasoline. People use every weapon they have, gather there bullets and strings, march in the cracked streets and are mowed down. Shot by their own children, sent to war, these children. These children know not who they are anymore.
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"Who won? Does it matter?"
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