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Fear spreads like wildfire, fueling the terror’s reign.
Money flows in shadows, feeding hate.
Time is a treasure lost - yet no amount of wealth can reclaim.
Once gone, forever gone - like lives we can’t regain.

Hate is a weapon sharp, targeting the weak,
A brutal force that silences raspy struggles,
Yet they continue to speak.

Hope remains, a light to defy,
To break the chains and let love fly.