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Fat Man and Little Boy The fear of the world’s end bellows In impending furnace of radioactive fire
Convicted and confined, Before you knew your name. Forced to give your life, While you were but a babe.   Crowded, beaten, and thereof, All life outside unknown. Living on but corn and air,
The fences are tall and barbs cut our skin Guards beat us senseless so that we don’t sin But gather round quick it's hanging time soon The event of the month for Kim Jong-un
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