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The Guardian's Dissapointment

Those who dwell within,
Shall really never know,
What we do outside,
Just to keep them safe.
If not for our work,
They all would go insane,
And we would be the only ones,
Left to take the blame.
Humans rest on the excuse,
That they canít get along,
So when the war comes,
They travel to fight again,
Unaware that they are slowly,
Killing themselves as well.
They shall never understand,
Until the time has come,
And we know to late,
That it no one that has won.

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