We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
War cry a sound of a blood hound, creeps like a hissing snake across a foggy valley, like a screech from a netherworld, grim as black roses being cut, deadly screams, heart racing, it hurts just to hear it, like a banshee on crack cocaine.
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