Make love; Not war.
The job of the unknown, the secret that has grown, turn the page in life’s book, follow step by step, there is no rep, etition, intuition, follow what you see, see what you believe, believe the impossible, Maximum you will achieve, all is fair in love and war, til srgt comes knocking on your door, a son, a brother, an uncle, now dead, a bullet, damn bullet, pierced through his head. To fight for his country was what he was born to do, who fucking started this war?, please tell me who. I blame you, for he is now gone, this immense pain, it will prolong. No more dinner table with this familiar face, why do we fight? Is it a stab at genocide against the human race? Stop the bull shit, stop the loud roar. Im just here to say, Make love; Not war.
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