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*** A crudely drawn face adorns this piece of paper you found on your travel through City 32, decommissioned, abandoned. ***
Find solace in the fact
That a sacred pact
Between us and the stars
Was broken by your commissars
When push came to shove
And we took off our gloves
We ultimately lost
And ended up being tossed
Hung from the trees
Down on our knees
Our heads awaiting the bullet
Our cities covered in soot
But I held no fear
As I could hear
The trumpets echo over the valley
Our Benefactors awaiting their new adoptee
*** You throw the note away, chuckling at the melodramatic writings of someone kicked off their ivory tower. ***
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