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IT IS NOT OURS TO MASTER WAR

----"The army and people of the DPRK [Democratic People's Republic of Korea] are fully ready to stand in confrontation with the U.S. in all war spaces including cyber warfare space to blow up those citadels," said the statement, which was attributed to North Korea's top policymaking institution, the National Defense Commission. The statement did not provide further details of the threatened attacks. Pyongyang has a long history of issuing ominous warnings to other nations.----
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End all war and plans of war, spilled the rain!
End all revenge and plans of revenge, boomed the thunder!
End all lies and plans of deceit, strafed the wind!
End all treacherous plans, slashed the lightening!
End your attack of Home, quaked the (H)eartH!
(Boom boom!)
War is not humankind's to master,
Serenity comes before, not after.
What must we put between parenthesis?
Nothing less than (Love and Peace)…

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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