United As One

There has been so much blood spilt.
Before you were even born.
This world seems to be torn.

We must call upon the horn of rally.
To signal everyone we can be, and will be allies.
United as one.

We can correct this incessant scourge.
Getting rid of all this bad, and hurt in the world.
With a great purge.

The End

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