Insurrection
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Last published Thu, Apr 15, 2021
In a world full of hatreds there's more behind that flood. It's a city full of guns and cruelty. No royalty just blood and bravery. There's a time for being free, time to get your revenge and also avoid bending you knee. Justice is not serve as gold it's serve when you have a gun and ready to crawl hurry up and touch the strings and turns into uncontrolled. Make them suffer because there's no police in night to get you in the cage, run like you're in brief case.
A city full of criminals, but born this way needed to be clean so the officials starts an insurrection due to the rising rebellion. Guns, fire, deaths are normal when the night comes. It's the only way to run away from chaos.
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