Why this thunder?
Guns roar
as if there was not enough killing in this world
some
take their pleasure
in death.
Why this thunder?
Guns roar
as if there was not enough killing in this world
some
take their pleasure
in death.
A r t w o r k . . . . f r o m . . . . . . . . . H a m b u r g , . . . . . G e r m a n y.
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