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Born in the midst of war
His wealth is worthless
Bombs fall from the sky
And sad, he had a hunch
The cold cherish them
Mind is the worst enemy
Intense hunger disorients
Even more in bad company
The raffle starts
The weakest one succumbs
Small pieces delight
Those who survive
There is no choice
In tears you have to feed
The new flesh to devour
While innocence slips away
Weakness turns to hate
Love becomes revenge
Tear becomes strength
And wisdom, wit!
