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The Test
I was in a group of men,
And all in black we were dressed.
Holding enormous guns,
To kill the innocent, my fault.
I had to kill another,
But just as I was holding the gun;
I lowered it, this couldn't work,
And threw the gun away from me.
This was sick, I completed the test...
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The Test
The Test