There is a bad thing called intrusion.
It colours what there is in black.
What it leaves over means confusion:
It states a method of attack.

Without intruders lives were better:
There would be peace – there would be hope.
All freedom needs much of the latter.
Belief will die-out like all dope.

How could starvation be a target?
The death of children mean a tool?
If conscience is an empty basket,
All talking makes you act as fool.

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