The following is fiction
For my life is boring
Too borish for a story
Such as you're requesting

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There once was a small town that was set to be pillaged
By a small band of bandits
For the bandits were banding together
To become ruffians the same
They had had fun never
Yes, they were definetely not sane
Now they are going to pillage
But who cares in this game
This game that is life
With all this subliminal hate
A hate eternally founded
In waste and haste
For their lives they will waste
In turmoil and hate

Because the bandits were barbarians all the same
Wasting their life in the face of endless greed
Their lives wasted, used up all the same
Life may be yours to conquer, but not others all the same
One's joy may be the undoing of another

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