both sides had created a terrible bomb,
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not even those undercover,
would survive to feed toast to one another.
not the young or the old,
nor a single sister or brother.
both ran to the wall with devilish looks,
not knowing that this would kill all the cooks.
no one to cook or butter the bread,
seeing as all capable soles would be quite surely dead.
Both in unison they both through their weapon of devastation.
everyone died.
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