detonators

On streets they hide
unkown they hide
they blend and hide
They gather and seek

Info they seek
To rage war and pain
In tubes and buses
They sit and dwell

In discuise with detonaters on hand
Boom they send us all to hell
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Posted: Mar 2016

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mcradloff
All this immigration has brought with it some really bad consequences for the native people in Europe and here as well. There are just some people that need to be kept out of other people's countries.sigh sir bobby
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