And the IRA terrorist wore a balaclava on his head. 

There was not a loud war to reap the darkness. 

The war was endless; the end wasn't nigh. 

For, over time, the battle of wills rushed forth in a violent tantrum. 

And, seconds later, the war resumed, as the shooting in Londonderry, Belfast, and Dublin, marked a sourness between Ireland and England, that savaged all talks of peace between the Irish Catholics, and the Irish Protestants. 

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