CYCLE THE WAR MACHINE
They're mad, the whole enforcing lot of
them and all the little people too, those who
vote and play along. The sword they never
seek is the one right over their heads. Thinking
to improve, only a fool rubs ice, not knowing
the generation of heat will diminish what it is
they are holding. It's all by fractions, but the
small things are what we usually fight over.
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