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By Jack Joseph Smith

Journey I don't think you can feel; go to Heaven Until the impossible is done; know thy Earth, not at all to understand The suffering of peace The horror of violence Not so much different Itself in God's eyes One up, the other is replaced in America Watch the way they turn and yell against one and another Through a window or a television, or the other again if you have one, actually believe; that animals and humans, are going someplace...

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